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One spring day, first Wednesday in May
I get ready to listen
It is when the clock strikes 12, in a tick
That I listen to what I want to hear.
Children crying, caught in the dark times
A prayer from the broken hearts of mothers
O you, who never sleeps, protect us
Only You hear the pain of our souls.
Chaos in a city that is in the cosmos
The fear of those, who have never known it
I hear screams that awaken the dead
I don’t know where else to go.
Closed eyes, opens again
And the rhythm of my heart subsides
The tears rolling down the woman’s cheek
And embracing the quiet inner belief.
Then suddenly I’m 10 year younger
Surrounded by classmates
Wishing the sirens were the music to wars that ends
And peace that starts.
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