sunlight bleeds dawn onto the black night sky, its light revealing the depth of our wound; for we are a damaged people shrouded in the sadness of our collective hatred of those things we choose not to understand; can we heal this open hurt whose roots are sown so deep? with the warmth of love and the gentle patience of time we have a sliver of hope; we must cling to it, nurture it, help it to grow that we might realize a happier dawn
