Dedicated to everyone effected by the tragedy in Bali

She looks out from the blackened ruins of her house,

Out across the wasteland that was once her town,

She looks up into the clear blue sky,

And she wonders, ‘Is God looking down…’

At her, at pain, at mindless suffering,

At remnants of lives stolen from this earth,

And she thinks her thoughts and cries her tears,

Is this really what peace is worth?

She looks through the rubble, searching,

Collecting trinkets, reminders of days gone by,

Looking for familiar faces, under the dust,

Why did her town have to fall for the lie?

Soon messages start pouring in,

Consolations from strangers far and wide,

But as for her feelings, her town, her life,

They’re now only real on the inside.

As the sky grows dark and night draws near,

She looks up at the setting sun,

Tears run down her blood – streaked face,

Is there something she could have done?

The pain inside her heart and soul,

The scars so deep inside,

Some wounds will never heal,

No matter how much you cried.

Rebuilding her life, step by step,

Rebuilding her town, piece by piece,

Is this what the value of all of this is?

Is this really the cost of peace?