At the end of our suffering, will there be a door?
Will the relationships that we formed over the years
Spring back to life?
 
Can the damage that’s been done, 
The hurt that’s been poured over the inflamed earth
And oozed into its scarred skin 
Be washed away?
 
Can differences be set aside;
Can healing begin anew?
With hope struggling to survive, 
As gunfire rocks our cities
And tear gas clouds our minds,
Can civility return; will hugs make a comeback?
 
Will the virus fade away? 
Will all lives matter?
Can our children rediscover their youth?
 
And will the door of common sense and forgiveness
Be opened once again?