I don’t remember

So Sunday was the first night of Hanukkah 

And there are still cops 

Outside the synagogue 

And there are still people who look at us

With murder in their eyes

And there are still shootings 

If someone is up there 

I thought you should know 

I’m in love 

A dove soars over the mist 

God if you're up there 

You should know I’m flying free 

You should stop yelling

The clutter; I’m broken wings

Is peace just that hard?