The light went out for those among our friends
So sudden, like a wind that slams a door
Not slowly, as when darkness closes in,
or tides that sweep a castle from the shore
The blood drained from our faces, chilled our hearts
Our sobs absorbed within death’s hollow walls
We bent, we broke like trees against the dark.
We spoke their names – and choked – in homes and halls.
Who feels our loaded weight of grief and loss?
They say a child was born to bear our grief
to take our pains, our crimes upon a cross
Our part – a simple prayer and pure belief.
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