I can hear the pinprick, I can hear the razor blade
I can hear the sound of a life laid down like a prayer
I can feel the rumble of war pressing up against all of our hearts
And I share the fear that somehow all of this will be taken away
Blessed be the journalists who pen the truth no matter what the cost
Blessed are the ones who stand up to those who take a stick to the flock
Blessed be the firemen that put out the flames that around us roar
And blessed be the peacemakers in a time of endless war
I can hear your blood pound
I can feel the rhythm of your breath
I can see from your bright eyes and smile
That you've chosen to turn away from death
I can feel the promise of love in life's darkness breaking all the way free
And I can only shake my head that I found you and then you found me
Blessed be those who see beyond the world pulled over our eyes
Blessed are the ones who try to tell their story to mocking eyes
Blessed is every one of us who still remembers what life is for
And blessed be the peacemakers in a time of endless war.
11 February 2006, Harlem, New York City.
First performed on August 31st, 2008 at the Block Party in Lowertown, St. Paul, during the R.N.C. Convention.
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