Loving sorrow my hands fall upon your faith.
The skin of the soldiers hand protecting me from the loud brush of the wind.
I say faith is what I need more than anything else.
Loving sorrow is full in my heart.
Red blood falling down my cold face.
I get up and try to stop the world from ending.
My devastation will never end,
because of the silver tears streaming down my face.
As I look in my heart full of sorrow.
I look upon my only God asking him for grace.
Author's Note: This poem was written to help stop the war in Iraq. I hope it can spread that the war is not good for children and other living things.
