Paris Bleeds !

When I stood below the great Eiffel tower and saw it twinkling above me.
It had made my heart flutter with joy and happiness.
Paris the mystical city of dreams, love, beauty, joy, art and culture
It has the magic to lighten and uplift the mood of the most gloomy souls.

Today I feel paralyzed to see you in this pain
How the lively, cheerful and welcoming city has been shackled by this barbaric attack
The streets are closed, the laughter and cheerfulness is gone and so are the lights on the Eiffel which have lightened up a million souls

I pray for the people, but can really God bring and end to this barbarism ?
Will the city be able to retain back it's glory and it's zeal ?
Will I be able to walk through those lanes again without the horror of this day haunting me ?
Will this city ever again welcome and give refuge without thinking twice ? I doubt !

I don't think changing my profile picture will help heal the wounds.
Nor do I believe that these barbaric's can be won by love
I am out of word's, plan's or opinions
Just pain's to see this place which filled my heart with happiness be put through this ordeal