Lost lives, lost in living hells
reminders everyday of the scars that tell
more than words could speak
just tips of icebergs, oh.. if only they could talk...
i, - salute the wounded healers-
only taughts to heals, because they began
by helaing themsleves.
and moving on - being bitter, wordless spits of grain in lips
and being an aching hearts so wide one would think they would die at any moment
and yet - there -
there is solace
in the slowly ebbing pain....day by day the cracks begin to tear...
and brightness burst forth - and hey , that may, take years moments , heartbeats stretching on
for the fallen undone,
and the breathless in San Diago
and the countless in New Delhi ,
and the scores and cores in the Congo
i salute all those still in the fight -
no matter how.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
Lost lives, lost in living hells
reminders everyday of the scars that tell
more than words could speak
just tips of icebergs, oh.. if only they could talk...
i, - salute the wounded healers-
only taughts to heals, because they began
by helaing themsleves.
and moving on - being bitter, wordless spits of grain in lips
and being an aching hearts so wide one would think they would die at any moment
and yet - there -
there is solace
in the slowly ebbing pain....day by day the cracks begin to tear...
and brightness burst forth - and hey , that may, take years moments , heartbeats stretching on
for the fallen undone,
and the breathless in San Diago
and the countless in New Delhi ,
and the scores and cores in the Congo
i salute all those still in the fight -
no matter how.
'Stregth; this found in the meek and needy , not to be mistken for greedy , these folks just know how to grab it and run"
- my grandma , dedicated to her.
