From here, there will be peace--
No fearing whose colors may pierce the sky.
Hearts will be spread, and wars shall cease.
A child trembles, a mother cries,
And prayers become frequently known.
From here, there will be hope,
To spread throughout this troubled land.
A seed of faith in every heart--
An embracement, with every hand.
From here, to watch the dove-white mornings,
Suddenly in flock, sweeping in shore,
Would one think in the midst
Of that moment's peace,
That somewhere, there is no war.
Somewhere still, yet strangely felt,
The replies of Love, within them soar!
From here, and across the open sea
(Though their walls of hatred, be soon dismembered)
The brown eyes of a child so tenderly,
Watch the white waves...