(LYRICS)
Words by Bob Ryan
Music by Bob Ryan & Mike Ward (C)1999
In my mind I see the world
Its turning around and around
Up from the ground
The corner hides the scene
But I still crave the sounds of peace
Of the souls that
break through the walls
Voices raised on high
Melt the hearts of winter
We run, we hide –
we close out the light
But eyes will see, ears will hear
Peace in it’s might!
So it’s a waste of time
to hold on too long to the dust
In my heart I feel the change
Its rolling up the old for the new
The forest hides the trees
But I can feel the rhythm of Peace