Tomorrow Will Come
If it rains today, the sun will come out tomorrow.
If we cry today, we will laugh tomorrow.
If there is a war today, there will be peace tomorrow.
If we feel sad today, someone will cheer us up tomorrow.
If we're too young to do anything today, we will grow up and do everything tomorrow.
If we're weak today, we will be strong tomorrow.
If we hurt and we don't feel good today, we will feel better tomorrow.

So if we think positive, instead of negative,
if we keep on trying, instead of giving up,
if we keep on praying, and never stop,
God will answer all our prayers.
All we have to do is be a little patient with him,
and show him that we're strong,
and we can handle anything that life puts us through,
because we believe in him, and we Love him,
and we know that with his help,
tomorrow will come sooner then we expect it to.

"This poem is dedicated to my beloved country,
her beautiful people whom I am very proud of,
and dedicated to peace in Lebanon and to peace in the world."

Lebanon
A small note about my beautiful flower and its beautiful leaves,
my beloved country Lebanon. This flower that is surrounded by thorns,
thorns that have been unsuccessful in having it all to themselves.
These thorns have gone so far as to blind some of its beautiful leaves and
turned them into thorns and laid back watching them destroy each other,
and wait for the day that my beautiful flower will be completely destroyed,
while my innocent beautiful flower and the rest of its innocent leaves are caught
in the midst of it all wondering what it is they have done wrong to deserve being
struck everywhere where it hurts, anywhere that will make them suffer or bleed,
anything that will kill them. They have tried everything they had to destroy
my beautiful flower, till this day they're still trying. They have succeeded in
torturing it in the worst way possible, but every time they think it's about to die,
my beautiful flower holds on so strong to it's last breath, the breath of faith,
faith in a God that she knows has never and will never give up on it, especially
when the world turns their backs on it or just lay back and watch it being tortured
to death, with that last breath my beautiful flower stands taller and more solid in its ground.
This flower will rise and bloom up again because its roots have never before given up,
lost hope, or let go of their faith...

A Question from a Lebanese Child
This is not a letter, a song, or a poem.
It is just a question from a Lebanese child.

A silent tear is falling down his face,
of his friends & family and there is no trace...

Bombs are falling all around the churches,
the hospitals and every place...

His relatives & neighbors are nowhere in sight,
most of them were massacred in the middle of the night...

Another tear is falling down,
he runs and runs, but he cannot hide...

A bomb every second in this war zone,
and the world is watching with a heart of stone...

He looks up high,
still a tear, not a cry...

And he asks a question, and the question is, Why?

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