If love be lost when trials begin,
And all the time ends swift in sin,
Then how can we rebuild our hearts,
From end to beginning with a start?

If pain is passed like bread that's baked,
When no one faces the pains they staked,
Then how can forgiveness soon show its face,
If no one is willing to run this tempered race?

So easily the fingers point harsh to the source,
Who caused the hurt and ran the wild course,
With anger bursting forth in heated flames,
Again what matters is who's to blame.

Yet time and time we so desperately try to mend,
To stop the blood flow and with a message send,
That once we loved each other so eager to be,
But now we are blinded and can no longer see.

Another casualty the world will not soon post,
Because we care not on who loves another the most,
With worldwide motion of people with lives to live,
We've little time to solve this problem and to give.