times passing and the world keeps on moving and people look up at the commotion
for a moment, and return peacefully to their lives
but every child ripped away hasnt one moment of peace at all. And I’m sitting here wondering what I ever did to have this life.
And it’s nothing
nothing I did or sacrificed, and I get to sit here and watch for moments and return to my peaceful life that I never earned
so I lift up my voice in the silence of the room and
ask god to bring beauty from ash
find diamonds in trash
To make rain in the dessert and spark life in the fire
Restore faith in the nation we all once admired
breathe life in the mother whose heart has been broken
remind her Your word brings life when its spoken.
Let all of the children know that you’re near, That your plans are to prosper them- even here.