Peace

8. Peace (3:39)

My hand is soft and small. My Daddy holds it close.

His eyes crinkle down, mine smile up.

And the world is rich and sweet, like cocoa made with cream

that Grandma serves me from a china cup.

And I’d like to give this memory

to all the hollow eyed and sad children of a thoughtless world.

And I can’t be silent ‘til the world is singing,

dancing to rhythms that will never cease.

I stumble in shadows searching for the sunlight.

I will be restless ‘til I see peace.

My Grandpa’s smile are sweet locked in that photograph.

His uniform is clean, his face unlined.

And I’d like to meet that smile but it left him on that day

he sailed across the sea to save mankind.

And I’d like to make it into a mask

for all the hollow eyed and sad survivors of a warring world.

And I can’t be silent . . .

The world’s in need of hope. It needs a brand new birth.

peace. Raise your voices sing - I will be restless ‘til I see peace.

Now my little well-fed child sleeps in my arms tonight.

I hope that he’ll grow up to understand that his comfort comes at quite a price.

Oh yes, they’re paying quite a price.

All the hollow-eyed and sad, children of a thoughtless world.

Turn our swords into plowshares

Hang our speasr upon the wall

Let us fight no more forever

Answer not the trumpet’s call

You may say that I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I will be restless til I see peace