It takes time to heal…
Oh Brooklyn, my second, and my last home
Help me build a concrete bridge to tomorrow
And plant pillars of sorrows deep-tears dry on
Their own-pour compassion and love to cement
It takes time to heal…
It may feel like time will last every tomorrow
It may seem like we're making empty promises
by spanning simple empty space…but, after
Building The Brooklyn's bridge, folks, we crossed over,
and without fear of falling off.
We took the time to heal
This is not the time to spew hate, instead express love
There's no time for fighting, and please don't bar peace…
December 22,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
go with love and peace, fine..