Even the walls are listening


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walls

The walls are soaked
Dripping out
The pain and prayer
Of a grieving heart
Laughter has died
My lips now quiver
In fear for the future
For my children, children
I pray for the light to stay on
In their hearts
For compassion to guide their hands
Maybe they will make the difference
Where we could not
Maybe they will bridge
The great divide
Maybe they will sealed the rip
That has ripped us apart
A holding of hands
One heart
One nation
One blood
One color
One God
I am still hopeful
Deep down in the silence
Beneath the darkness
A flame still burns
I’ve seen too much
I’ve bear too much
I’ve prayed too much
To give in now
I’m painting a rainbow
Over my scars
I’m washing the ugliness
From my tongue
I am speaking to the mountain
And the walls and the empty spaces
Receptive souls…

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