There is no joy in lost lives, loves, or freedom.
Hate for the alien among us is hardly wisdom.
Fallen towers leave each of us coated in ashes and dust.
I grieve for our dead, and mourn our misplaced trust.
The years drag on, but justice is denied.
Vengeance can never exact enough blood for those who died.
I will sing a new song that crusades might cease.
One of hope, and home, and joy, and peace.
Not some idyllic ode to frightened doves,
But a lasting tribute to our loves.
Sing along with me if your heart is moved.
Sing a song of tomorrow, of promises proved.