Not every wound bleeds Not every scar heals Not everyone praying Drops to the floor and then kneels Not all prayers get answered Thereβs no relief from the strain The true driving force That weighs heavily on brains So whatβs the solution? Is peace just a dream? Conquering enemies The conundrum, extreme Or is the answer forthcoming Lift our heads to the skies Hoping that the rain Wipes the tears from our eyes