PEACEWORKER'S FAREWELL
Oh my parents, I
am leaving,
not to set your
hearts to grieving
But to do the work
of love you taught so well.
For this country's
going crazy,
It's leaders fat
and lazy,
And there's no one
else to do this work of peace.
Chorus
So I'll be back
when all these bombs stop falling
When all these
fears and wars are laid to rest.
Ah, it's love
that has drawn me
I can feel it
all around me
Right here
within the family I call home.
Now the bombs are
falling daily
And the people's
minds grow hazy,
They duck, and
grit their teeth, and slog on through.
They don't want to
read their papers,
Or know what their
taxes pay for,
This wholesale
murder crying out for peace.
Chorus
Right here among the friends I call my home.
Every morning,
very early
Just as soon as I
hear birds sing,
I lift my face up
to the rising sun.
Even though the
cold is bitter
In the windy dead
of winter
Its warming touch
can bring me hope of peace.
Chorus
. . . Right here within the heart I call my home
Chorus.
. . Right here within the family I call home.
c 2002 Rachel
Nelson
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