We must exist in the moment yet dwell on the past
Mans inhumanity's weight upon our shoulders is cast
We tried not to burden; we put it aside
But each year that passed we died a little inside.

We found comfort of sorts in a Black Granite Wall
As rivers of tears connect one and all...

We are living proof of a generation scorned
From deep in our breasts - leaden hearts were torn
We can live with the fear and carry guilt to the grave...

If we could just see peace upon a child's face!