We're heroes of paper

We're finally torn apart, 
blood flowing from our heart. 
Our souls are shout and crying 
even the dove feathers grow now she is flying, 
To search for to be protected and loved,
And to spread peace and hope from above, 
To stand against all the fears
There are many souls to be healed and the whole world cares,
Can we love and forget and let love take it's place,
 or will we let bitterness, hatefulness and self pride line our face, The bullets were piercing, bombs bursting, 
even your cheats bells still in my ears ringing, 
blood flowing from our own hearts yet,
And helpfulness fill the void left by their goals.. yet,
There is no answer, their screams silently will remain, 
Perhaps our minds and our hearts will stream like the rain.
May the storm of sorrow, and the thunder of tears,
Fade slowly before one's self pride vanished over the years.