Souls Are Being Twisted

UP late in the heart of darkness Souls are being twisted against the back drop of the Boston Marathon No one will sleep tonight Now we know there is no such thing as collateral damage When the world is at war Not at the Marrow building in Oklahoma Not at the twin towers Not in the blood soaked streets of Boston Not in the class rooms of New town Conn. And the list goes on here and abroad Every time one soul falls at the hands of another. The darkness grows It is time to fill the world with random acts of kindness Its' time to do whatever we can And its' time to do it now