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A Melody Called Peace. Scott Johnson
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isbn 9783347138100
Автор произведения Scott Johnson
Жанр Прочая образовательная литература
Издательство Readbox publishing GmbH
Gentle Lord, Oh Prince of Peace,
Grant that soon all wars will cease.
My Dream: A vision of Peace
By ToddMichael St. Pierre, from U.S, new Orleans
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak,
And see the soon-to-be we seek.
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Climbers climb, it's time to try,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly,
A place in DREAMS I know so well,
The sea inside a single shell.
Far across the living sea,
A pale blue possibility,
Beyond the castles made of sand,
Tomorrow in a small child's hand.
Only DREAMERS need apply,
Where the ocean meets the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
A common ground for one and all,
Behind the crystal waterfall,
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream,
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM.
Imagine such a goal in sight,
For red and yellow, black and white…
New Delhi, Beijing, Kenya, Rome,
Earth is the place that we call home.
Baghdad, Belfast, Tel Aviv,
One race HUMAN, we still believe,
Come DREAM with me…
Where the forests reach the sky,
Wake to DREAMS, and don’t be shy.
We’ll DREAM the world a thorn-less rose;
We’ll plant then watch it as it grows.
We’ll conquer hate with DREAMS of hope,
We’ll DREAM one big kaleidoscope.
Whisper now; let the DREAM begin,
It's time to trust the truth within.
This is where we seek and find…
A place called PEACE for humankind.
DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high,
Where the forests reach the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Now, listen close, the future calls…
'Build your bridges and tear down walls! '
For time has taught and so it seems,
Realities are born of DREAMS!
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Memory of Peace at Heart
By Zoe Sem, from Australia, Sydney
Worn away by the hands of time
In days with memories so sublime
The rust upon ones heart to date
Hope of lonely nights to be not ones fate
The moon alone is deep at peace
From night to day the suns release
Witness to billions of wishes and tears
Cause of decease of so many fears
For the heart and soul a delicate flower
Hides the glorious unknowing power
Emotional healing for the being with praise
Embracing knowledge of truth in the haze
Let's Give Peace a Chance
By Patricia Cox Napoli, from Springfield, PA
Can peace be attained in a war-torn world
Or is his a dream never to be fulfilled
Could war be replaced as love unfolds
Is there a special secret yet to reveal
I say we must all give peace a chance
No matter what obstacles lie in the way
For even Christ when pierced by the lance
Could still forgive mankind anyway
We must all walk with our brother hand in hand
It does not matter though he be white, red or black
Be forever ready to solve conflicts when we can
Seek peace in the future, forgive and not look back
Ghandi taught love and peace and so did Martin Luther King
Wars still came since hearts refused to reflect and listen
And in the past another tried and they crucified him
So you must show love and give peace a chance to glisten
And whether you are Catholic, Protestant or Jew
Give peace a chance, over and over, again and again
Let God take reign in your heart, making all things new
Thereby making all races, colors and creeds your friend.
Let Us Live in Peace
By Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie, from Congo
Let us live in peace
Among ourselves
That is our natural instinct
Let us live in peace
Among ourselves
That is our only way forward
Let us live in peace
Among ourselves
That is how we will befriend freedom and justice
Or otherwise…
Heaven only knows
What will happen
To our beloved Congo
Lasting Peace
By Vor or ivor.e hogg, Durham U.K
They laid creeping barrage down
in preparation for the push.
It was a pearler Mrs Brown
and turned the battleground to mush.
The effing noise was deafening
and then the silence even worse.
I saw the sergeant beckoning