Why do the gunshots keep you up at night
When I sleep so soundly in silence?
And why should I be so blessed
When you are half as fortunate,
But twice as kind?

For a people with little,
You have much you give
And much you teach as well.
In the languages of faith and love,
You are well versed.

Jesse, where's your uniform?
Ruth, why can't you read?
Petra, he's not forgotten you,
Though that's how it would seem
To the casual bystander.

If I close my eyes and dream
I still feel the sun upon my face
And your arms around me.
I hear the laughter.
I feel the love.