Sunday, December 28, 2008

Pray

Walking down an empty cold street,
It’s been a long day.
My feet on cold hard pavement,
And all I want to do is pray.

I want to put my head down on that floor,
And just let go of all my pain,
I’ve got so much fear inside of me,
I just can’t seem to lift the chain.

Dear God won’t you just help me be,
Content, and happy, equal and free.
I’m so scared, not knowing where to turn,
My eyes are straining, my stomach a churn.

They say I look different,
Something dangerous, vicious, and torn.
Something bent on destruction
Something that should have never been born.

I can imagine the day that you made me,
How you put me in this world,
The light of the universe inside of me,
My soft skin, my hair and eyes with your grace turn.

You made me in a part of the world,
That was born and destroyed night and day.
I heard the bombs flying
No matter what I couldn’t wish them away.

My skin was different,
The language was wrong,
I’m trying so hard to make them listen
No matter how hard I yell, their screams are so strong.

I’m so tired,
It feels like a mess,
I don’t know what they are thinking,
I’m not the same and they won’t confess.

I picked her up,
Off that broken floor,
Her head was limp,
She wasn’t breathing anymore.

Inside my soul was screaming,
How could this have come to be,
What could I have done to them,
For them to not let go of me.

It came and it took it all away,
I can’t say that I understand,
It shakes me whenever I think of it,
Just make it stop, just lift up your hand.

How could this have happened,
Why did she have to go,
What crime did she commit,
What sin did she show.

How can I make this right God,
What is there for me to do,
How can I escape them,
Send me a sign, a miracle, a clue.

Those guns won’t stop God,
I can’t block them at all,
The innocence is raped now,
There isn’t a house standing, there isn’t a wall

My hands are covered in blood now,
I’m screaming left and right,
I’m driving I’m racing, I’m pounding,
It won’t stop day and night.

The lights are flaring,
The tires screech,
Everytime that radio flies,
My mind stumbles, as my hands reach.

I see them laughing,
As their eyes smile and play,
I wish I could keep them,
The same everyday.

We’ve done our best to protect them,
Without lifting a gun,
We leave the rest to you,
For you are the all-knowing One.

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Dedicated to the memories of all the Lebanese and Palestinian victims.

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