The mind is such a wondrous thing ~ unwilling to be subjugated by the attacks against innocents it seeks out words / songs of hope and light. There are many of those, new and old alike, but somehow my mind tends to seek out the "Ghost Dance" by Robbie Robertson which says it all:
You don't stand a chance against my prayers. You don't stand a chance against my love. [...] we shall live again, we shall live again ...
