Ukrainian Prayer

If my tears were a river Would they flow to the sun? Would they laugh, would they chatter And before its course run, Would they open to an ocean Holding childhood dreams? And in the tides of that ocean Could they bring back what’s been? If my sorrows were a rainbow, Would they bright my gray skies Across a ceiling of blue, Lifting hearts ever high? And give light to the pilgrim, Give cure to the frail, And to the families of homeless; Warm bed and a meal. To my ears sing a song, Sing it out far and near, That division and greed Shall no longer be feared. With a chorus of freedom Ringing all thru the land, Where all who can reach out Will offer their hand. Time tells us tales How these tyrants are doomed. Dear brothers, dear sisters, It can not come too soon! We search for the dawning Of that glorious morn, When hands of the Lord Will repair what's been torn. When the children can laugh, When women no longer hide. When men can stand tall And with face to the sky. This war will be ended With a treaty of love. Where all will surrender To the Glory above. This is actually a song I have put to this public domain tune: youtu.be/UPS28ijF-ls Featured: PoetrySoup Home Page - Week of 1/24/22