 Ashes and Smoke |
| Ashes and Smoke ©2001 Linda Allen and Marie Eaton It was a clear September morning, A phone call gave the warning There were many people dying, Some were running, some were flying Into the arms of mystery, A sacrifice to history We have been burned, burned by the fire And we are ashes, ashes and smoke But we will rise, higher and higher On the wings of compassion, justice and hope It was a bright October morning, the TV gave the warning Retribution's bombs were flying, and innocents were dying A mistake we've made before, as we sacrifice to war CHORUS May these lives not be wasted, or the bitterness we've tasted For if rage and indignation, Is the common cup of nations Then hatred will birth violence, Until our tears transform us CHORUS |