Slow fingerpicked acoustic musing
three rivers crossing
steve berry
jay brieler
going to minnesota
what comes around goes ar
john scrivner
peace by peace
Story behind the song
My grandmother, the matriarch of our family, died exactly 1 month after 9/11. This song was for her.
Lyrics
Picturing a land whose law is peace
Thinking of the ones who shed their blood to feed our dream
Pay our respects to the sons of world war
We who are the children of the summer of love
We don't have a clue what they saw
We don't have a clue what they lost
Still we pray for peace
Giving to a cause that hopes that all of us can eat
Working to help the ones who spend their lives upon their knees
Wind in the winter takes some away
We wonder to ourselves if its worth the price we pay
We don't have a clue what they see
We don't have a clue what they need
Still we pray for peace
Hope for peace...pray for peace
Living in a land one piece by piece
Our minds upon a goal that none of us will likely see
The spring's sweet rain brings life again
And like all those before we send our hopes toward our children
We don't have a clue what they'll see
We don't have a clue what they'll achieve
Still we pray for peace