Hymn For The Broken

 

When the cloud becomes

blue again, the voice of

women becomes lush

again and we all sing on

cue again.

Then, we shall know if

there's hope for

tomorrow.

When leaders learn to

serve servants and bring

baskets bearing fruits

and food to the house of

wise men just so they sit

and listen to wise

sayings.

Then, we shall know if

there's hope for

tomorrow.

Pride goes before a fall

and humility speaks in

loud volumes, hums.

Surely, there's hope for

tomorrow.