When Bad Things Happen

In a moment, tears fall
Unknown to the eyes
For what the heart cries.

A smile, a face, a name
Somehow resonating
So all the more devastating.

When bad things happen
We try to make sense
Try to find some defense...

With nothing to give but
Tears and a prayer
I am suddenly aware-

There are no easy answers,
Life doesn’t come free,
We can’t even make it what we want it to be.

I am not pessimistic,
Just keeping it real,
There is nothing left to do but stop writing and kneel.

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