Saturday, August 29, 2009

For The Disappeared

Take our hands
hold them tight
be not afraid
the sounds of wings

We are here, there
escorts to the gate
all events are seen
written, witnessed

Do not fear
you are not forsaken
evil dwells, in so many places
we will arrive like quiet thunder

The rain is our tears
gentle it falls, puddles of sorrow
we hear your cry, your pain
in your heart know we are coming

Hear the sound of wings

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