Ancient voices
Call for
Swords to be
Beaten
into plowshares.
We hear their
Echoes
On holy days.
We know their
Meaning
In our hearts.
We see their
Hope
Die every day.
Ancient voices
Call for
Swords to be
Beaten
into plowshares.

Ancient voices
Call for
Swords to be
Beaten
into plowshares.
We hear their
Echoes
On holy days.
We know their
Meaning
In our hearts.
We see their
Hope
Die every day.
Ancient voices
Call for
Swords to be
Beaten
into plowshares.