We gazed up to the sky as we prayed,
Our cries, thundering like rain,
Louder for tears to run away.
With those arms outstretched, numb and begging,
We sang merry summer songs,
We smiled when we reaped the unexpected
We believed that the sun would rise again.
We gazed up to the sky as the fire burned,
The little ones sang until the ashes were swept away.
Small hands, tight grip and warmth spreading,
Agony trembling in Courage and Faith' s huts
The wind slapped against our battered skin,
The dust rose up to our knees,
But we held on to our walking sticks.
We gazed up to the sky as we slept,
Believing to rest in good hands,
Counting stars and life's sweet offerings,
Lullabies sung low under the moon wings,
Mothers soothing their sobbing children.
Grazed hands still clutching,
Bruised hope but still standing.
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The Words I Never Got To Say
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