May the tears that fall in remembered anguish, like rain upon the fire parched soil
Feed the soul's stark wounds now gapping. as memories weave and healing toils

For in the rubble lies a seed, demanding too it's birth
Honor, cherish and nurture, the needs planted in blood upon the earth
Each of us has taken part in fueling hatreds fires
And each us must hold the hearts that battles now make tired.


Thank You