43. A Baby's Cry Among the Ruin

by Ellen Dubois

Sometimes the world we live in is uncertain
In a moment what's known can slip away
And we feel as we walk among the ruin
Our hopes dwindle as we greet the coming day

Faces full of tears, such pain and desperation
You can almost feel it blowing in the air
Clouds billowing, a cold and sad reminder
Of what stood, but is no longer there

Hands outreaching to soothe the broken-hearted
We can't see beyond the tears for the lost souls
Terror's wrath forever etched inside our hearts now
We question if we ever will feel whole

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin
As I thought about that tiny, gentle life
My heart told me that we could not let this wee one
Grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife

So we must gather 'round the waterfall of our tears
And hold each other's hearts within our own
The children of tomorrow must feel safe here
For there still is no place dearer than our home

In this great country they will never walk alone

We will dig our way through acts of pure destruction
Eyes full of tears but heads held high with pride
And though tomorrow seems like it will take forever
The sun will rise on this great country - freedom shines

When I lay my weary head upon my pillow
And pray to God to help us as we grieve
I have to know within my heart that we'll recover
If I don't, what are the young ones to believe?

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin
As I thought about that tiny, gentle life
My heart told me that we could not let this wee one
Grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife

So we must gather 'round the waterfall of our tears
And hold each other's hearts within our own.
The children of tomorrow must feel safe here
For there still is no place dearer than our home.

In this great country they will never walk alone


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