CollinHell

It's time like these we shake our head, And with a sob a tear is shed, The tear slides down our cheek and face, All alone, at home. The place where dreams and memories have passed, day after month and year at last, Here we sit, and ask the air, Was it worth it? Should we care? The answer's yes, and that's the truth. For happy feelings seep from ruth, The light can push the dark away, And with it comes a brand new day. A day where we can be unique, Live our lives, week after week. The worst is here, the best will come, And with the best, a kind of numb, 'Cause if this is bad, then nothing's worse, Until the day we greet the he

Not with rocks and not with tools Not with books and pens and schools Not with heavy heads on shoulders Not with children growing older Not with guns and bombs from skies Not with subtle, hateful lies And not from babies born too soon And not from footprints on the moon Nor through talking out of hand Nor though ravaged, warring land Comes the thing which one desires Comes the fuel of heartfelt pyres Comes the thankful, crying prayers Comes the loving, longing stares Be reminded Be reminded Be reminded