"What quiet dawn shall break the day
In solitude or work of hands
To chase the truths away?
I dare not say
That on today
The world of dreams
Was blown away.
And at our feet the smoldering ash
Shattered safety now broken glass.
We don't question why they weep
Or when they scream down in their sleep.
No one labels in degrees
The pain of those who lived yet grieve" elle
I'm going to church now. Maybe tomorrow.....