from the depths of silent nights, I hear the angry shouts
when brothers turn from love to hate and gunshots ring so loud
when mankind runs to prejudice and fear and war and death
the sound that breaks the silence now are boulders singing praise
when we all turn our eyes away from those who have no hope
and streets are filled with hungry mouths and souls so filled with doubt
when blindness carries on its back the weight of cultured fools
then break the wind and waves again to show us where we lack
when all we have are fleeting things and vague memories of joy laughter seems to disappear and anger take the helm
come stand in awe and watch the gulls fly headlong on the storm
the stones, the sea, the flitting birds whose voices know none else
have offered up in our own place a song of thankfulness
they serve the one whom we forgot, who saves us from ourselves
it's not too late to find your voice before the stones cry out
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