Lost Hearts

Words are inadequate, what can one say about the tragic events in Pakistan? But something must be said, however weak the vessel those words are.

Lost Hearts

I hear a wailing cry of those who mourn
The children’s bodies, torn, bloody, dead
We weep, for what frail words can be said
Light a candle, for families so forlorn

Lives so shortened, promises stillborn
Madmen came, and hope they bled
I hear a wailing cry of those who mourn
The children’s bodies, torn, bloody, dead

Going into dark places, the final bourn
Ariadne weeps at her broken thread
A time of shock, a time of dread
On the coffins, flowers, the dead adorn
I hear a wailing cry of those who mourn