Dedicated to the Massacre Victims in Virginia.... In Tragedy

One tear falls
One voice calls
The echoing sighs drift on

One heart breaks
One breath bates
All hope is shattered, gone

All for naught or
Naught for all
It matters not, to me

When healing comes
By day or night
It yet remains to see

All petals in the wind
Fly up, then they
Come down again

Seeking peace within
When none, can be
In mortal man