Tomorrow in our hands....

Can you hear it, in the air, all the sounds of the weeping
People from all over: who are struggling and not sleeping
Troubles are quickly mounting..and the peoples are at war
Some are carrying machine guns; others: just shut the door

And the world all around us is crying out for peace
Wounded groups of peoples are seeking some release
Sometimes we war through armies and other times we do not
Bullets aren't the only means by which our wars are fought

Morning noon and evening on the network and the air
People hear of bloodshed and of prejudices everywhere
Children fear their classroom; countries lie in ruin
Healing for this world could not come to us too soon.

And the world all around us is crying out for peace
Wounded groups of peoples are seeking some release
Sometimes we war through armies and others we do not
Bullets are the only means by which our wars are fought..

The people holding power do not walk with those who cry
They cannot feel their heartbreaks or begin to understand why
Homes are being demolished from within and not without
Would that politicians would know what politicking is about.

And the world all around us is crying out for peace
Wounded groups of peoples are seeking some release
Sometimes we war through armies and others we do not
Bullets are the only means by which our wars are fought..

Soon our time will end here and before the One we'll stand
There isn't any escaping it . we hold tomorrow in our hand
We won't have any surprises: any wool pulled over our eyes
For the mansion that is awaiting is  built with our supplies..

And the world all around us is crying out for peace
Wounded groups of peoples are seeking some release
Sometimes we war through armies and others we do not
Bullets are the only means by which our wars are fought..