To Haiti......

They measured it in magnitude
They measured it in toll,
They measured it in building fallen
They measured it in injured souls.

They gave us tents, they gave us food
They even mend our hurting wounds,
They are bringing aid, they are mending road
Everything will be like before, we are being told.

I wish they could bring you back,
From the earth that cracked, and house that crashed
I go there every day and search for you in the rubbles,
What if they missed you? I will lose you forever.

They asked me to go away
And said you cannot be alive,
But I have seen people rising from rubbles
And that’s what my heart strive.

They say they understand, I wish they could
These searching eyes, these unspoken words.
I wish they can measure broken spirits,
My shattered hope, my pain beyond screams.