stars moon, bright blue skies
rocket fire, endless lies

brutal murder of innocent dove
poetry, psalms, words of love

olive branches raised up high
children tortured left to die

comfort the mourners, bury the dead
fruit of the vine, bless the bread

words of hope and gentle prayers
open graves and empty chairs

darkness falls with endless grief
ripened apples, blood red leaf

cinnamon lattes, pumpkin pie
evil lives and the innocent die.

how long must we grieve, how long can we cry
will this River of Tears never run dry?



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