Poetry

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Sometimes the world we live in is uncertain-
in a moment what's known can slip away.
And we feel as we walk among the ruin-
our hope dwindle as we greet the coming day.

Faces full of tears, such pain and desperation-
you can almost feel it blowing in the air.
Clouds billowing, a cold and sad reminder-
of what stood, but is no longer there.

Hands out reaching to soothe the broken hearted-
we can't see beyond the tears for the lost souls.
Terror's wrath forever etched inside our hearts now-
we question if we ever will feel whole.

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin-
as I thought about that tiny, gentle life-
my heart told me that we could not let this wee one-
grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife.
So we must gather round the waterfall of our tears-
and hold each other's hearts within our own.
The children of tomorrow must feel safe here-
for their still is no place dearer than our home.

In this great country they will never walk alone.

We will dig our way through acts of pure destruction-
eyes full of tears but heads held high with pride.
And though tomorrow seems like it will take forever-
the sun will rise on this great country, freedom shines.

When I lay my weary head upon my pillow-
and pray to God to help us as we grieve.
I have to know within my heart that we'll recover-
if I don't, what are the young ones to believe?

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin-
as I thought about that tiny, gentle life-
my heart told me that we could not let this wee one-
grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife.
So we must gather round the waterfall of our tears-
and hold each other's hearts within our own.
The children of tomorrow must feel safe here-
for their still is no place dearer than our home.

In this great country they will never walk alone.

© Ellen M. DuBois

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