We walk
through the valley of the shadow of death .
Drowning, down-hearted, defeated.
Hope. Hope? None—hope.

Gott, wo bist du? Du bist nicht hier. Wo bist du? Gott —

Lingering, lost, and alone,
the broken pieces of our broken hearts
fall into death’s winter blanket.

Tossed and troubled,
our ship battled the vast blue.
Yet, Death’s dice won .

Little Maggie —
Hurt, forgotten, alone—
walking in your torn, tattered
red dress,
Your make- up won’t mask our pain.

Was machen wir jezt? Unser Welt ist verӓndert .

We are changed.