Hope For The Future

As I stare out the window 
 At the pouring rain 
I can't help but compare the rain 
 To tear drops from heaven, 
Shed over the lives senselessly lost 
 Each day due to the cruelty of man. 

Innocent children, whose short lives 
 Are full of nightmares instead of sweet dreams, 
Until their tortured souls flee 
 For a much kinder place. 

Husband against wife, 
 Mother against child, 
Brother against brother. 
 Surely heaven has no choice 
But to weep at the mess we have made 
 Of what was supposed to be a paradise. 

As I stare out my window 
 At the pouring rain 
I see a child splashing in a puddle, 
 Laughing gleefully with each step. 
I look at the child 
 And see hope for the future. 

(c)2003 Amy Russo