How can I live in a world
Where outside my window
Birds are singing
And the sun is lighting up my day?
At the same time, bombs are exploding
Structures are ablaze,
Leaving behind death and
The living moving franticly away.
How can it be
That I long for peace
And freedom,
Simple joy in every day?
While there’s another
Who keeps grabbing, rabidly,
For everything.
Pushing the rest of us away.
Outside my window,
The birds continue to sing,
Just living their life
In the middle of all this everything!
And I think,
So should I, and I try
To stay focused on the moment.
I need to find a song to sing.
Begin Again 