How still how silent is this place Where are the children who once played And laughed and sang and dreamed their dreams Without a thought of war or peace Now only silence marks the year Their world became a battlefield
The earth too shallow to conceal And scars too deep for time to heal And who can speak of glorious deeds When every page of history bleeds? For stretching far behind I see Long centuries of fields like these Their blood cries out
What price to end the bitter strife This blood for blood, this life for life? Will justice always be denied And vengeance never satisfied? Oh, in the name of all that's good Should we demand the blood of God?
This wine poured out upon the ground Is speaking still, is speaking now A different word, a louder cry A cross endured, a sacrifice When violence pierced the heart of God Forgiveness, love and mercy flowed His blood cries out