Millions of hearts
with millions of prayers
Where do they all go?
My blood turns cold.
But it runs again.
What about theirs?
The terror spreads like a forest fire
but where is the deluge that will put it all out?
If only the tears we cry
could be accumulated
joined together
fused
united
and become a roaring tide
to douse out once and for all
the fiery inferno.
