NightingaleSea

I wrote these words for a song without the rhythm.
Perhaps, strum your guitar, and synchronise your voices to write the song and sing your versions.

If communities around the world, wrote a song for peace, our minds would be enriched with the purpose to sow peace.

Singing sends the message across clearly to all ages.


(Verse 1)

In the Sunday morning’s hazy light

Beneath a fractured, concrete sky

A memory of a child’s kite

Is just a ghost that whispers by

The olive groves have turned to grey

And in the air, a bitter taste

Where hunger stalks the light of day

A slow and calculated waste

A mother hums a tune she knew

Her voice a threadbare, weary sound

A lullaby for what was true

On this forgotten, thirsty ground


(Chorus)

Oh, let the cannons fall to rust

And turn the bombs to silent dust

No human soul, no child’s small hand

Should be a weapon in the sand

Let the grain fall down like gentle rain

On Gaza’s dry and hurting plain

And wash away this cruel design

Let humanity be the only sign


(Verse 2)

The world looks on through a window screen

A distant tragedy we see

We keep our hands and conscience clean

And say it has no claim on me

But a ship is turned in the Red Sea’s swell

The price of oil begins to climb

We’re all connected by this hell

A quiet partner in the crime

We build a wall around our soul

Pretend that we can stand apart

But the silence starts to take its toll And hardens every beating heart


(Chorus)

Oh, let the cannons fall to rust

And turn the bombs to silent dust

No human soul, no child’s small hand

Should be a weapon in the sand

Let the grain fall down like gentle rain

On Gaza’s dry and hurting plain

And wash away this cruel design

Let humanity be the only sign

(Bridge)

They say that this is just the way of war

An ancient and a tragic art

But you can’t knock on a broken door

And ask to find a hopeful heart

You cannot speak of common ground

Or look a father in the eye

While not a grain of wheat is found

Beneath an empty, watching sky


(Chorus)

So let the cannons fall to rust

And turn the bombs to silent dust

No human soul, no child’s small hand

Should be a weapon in the sand

Let the grain fall down like gentle rain

On Gaza’s dry and hurting plain

And wash away this cruel design

Let humanity be the only sign

(Outro)

Let the grain fall down…

Let the peace come now…

Let the grain fall down…

On Gaza’s broken ground…

For a heart to beat again…

Let it beat again…

Amen.