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When the dark wood fell before me
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The Divine Comedy keeps running through my mind as I gaze out at the landscape passing before me, thinking of the people who inhabit it and how they share this human condition...Are we helping or hurting each other?...How has the West come to this place of transition?Honorably? What are we bringing them? What are their expectations? Are our lives really what they imagine? We always want to believe there is a place better than our own.... |
Breaking the silence
I hear some distant drumbeat
A heartbeat pulsing low
Is it coming from within
A heartbeat I don't know
A troubled heart knows no peace
A dark and poisoned pool
Of liberty now lost
A pawn an oppressors tool
Oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there's life within
A gunfire shatters silence
Where birds once sweetly sang
A mother cradles a child now dead
Now death where life began
From the troubled heart of South Africa
Nicaragua's festering sore
The turmoil on the streets of China
Death crying out for more
But oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there's life within
A change is slow in coming
My eyes can scarcely see
The rays of hope come streaming
Through he smoke of apathy
But oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there's life within
May the spirit never die
Though a troubled heart feels pain
When this long winter is over
It will blossom once again
A tribute to Amnesty International
Music and lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
From: Parallel dreams (1989).
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A Tribute to Loreena McKennit |