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When the sorrow hits From a small conflict What is embedded is hurt A cut that scars Enough through time That we feel this sting When before we ran away Now we face it bravely Waiting for the moment of it's demise By our silence and Unheard prayers The Rabb hears all He will certainly appease my heart That for certain humans are weak For certain we are heedless and imperfect The Rabb knows each heart and heals in His time When the edged sword is thrust Let the drops of blood Dribble and let the pain seep For behind it is a wisdom After the healing and scars are gone lorrainenurshufiya2014