Rains of sorrow,
Wash away the bye products of terror.
The eyes that cried tears of horror,
Are beginning to see a brighter tomorrow.
The barbaric men, who are nothing but filth,
Destroyed all we toiled and built,
While brainwashing all they could possibly jilt,
Oh God, how do I overcome this haunting survivor’s guilt,
After all the throats I’ve witnessed being slit?
How could I wade off this insomnia,
Induced by this mass hysteria?
Could I ever return to my little euphoria
Or am I a fool for believing in utopia?
With haunted eyes, haunted souls and haunted minds, we grieved.
While crying and missing all our bereaved.
I prayed, I waited and I believed.
That from the Lord will come our Relief.
Like a phoenix, I’ll rise from the ashes
Overcome the challenges, and all the clashes.
The wounds have healed, and so will the gashes.