One Day

The rain falls; dripping.

Disjointed, fragmented, lost.

A nation combined by one, united at last.

And what now are our previous agonies?

Are they all for nothing? Could we have been united after all?

The rain falls. Dripping.

One day it will stop.

And we will look to new horizons.

A better future than our parents knew.

A better future our children will know.

Because at last we are becoming a nation of one,

Turning the other cheek,

Embracing our differences with love.

One day the rain will stop. Thank God.