BROKEN DREAMS

A tear rolls down as thoughts pass by,
For each life lost, no reason why.
Many, so many lives wasted in vain,
Memories of them are all that remain.
For what did they die for? Was it just fate?
No, a group played God, with their anger and hate.
And us as Christians are told to pray and forgive.
I can't help but ask, why should they live?
I look into my heart, but nly feel pain,
Sorrow and heartache pouring like rain.
I feel the hate and my anger rising high,
And I scream inside as my emotions cry.
I hear God saying, reminding me still,
It's not my place to punish, that is God's will.
Our broken hearts and lives, along with broken dreams,
Will somehow never be healed, it seams.
So I'll say a prayer for you and me, for everyone out there,
In hopes that the support we gave, will somehow show we care.