Murder cries the cathedral
A hungry hawk, a sword, a ploughshare
Set the stage in Canterbury
Seven years and then
Peace lies waiting-fugitive, cloistered and longing
Peace lies waiting-hovering above the spearpoints
Peace stands higher than my fragile sense of need
Peace I leave with you
Not as the world gives or has ever seen
Safe in the ruins
k**ed but not wounded
Pierced with painful joy
When he smiles
Even the wind and the rain
Close their eyes
Hold their fire
I've never seen peace in a vacuum
But I've seen it in a bitter sea
Safe in the ruins
k**ed but not wounded
I'm held tightly free