Blessed Community
(words - 9 September 2006, music - 30 October 2006) 2006 by Kristi Martel

Here, I can be myself.
And here, I can look right at you.
Here, I can sing the song of my soul.
And I will be heard by you.

Hear me please.
There's nothing nothing nothing I want more than peace.
But I don't mean peace extreme like freedom from Bush's war.
I mean peace in me, in you, in even him 'til war's just not even possible anymore.

I can be myself, and then
I can look right at you, and then
I can sing freedom.
I can be peace.

Hear me please.
There's nothing nothing nothing I want more than peace.
But I don't mean peace extreme like freedom from Roosevelt's or Wilson's wars.
I mean peace in me, in you, in even them 'til war's just not even possible anymore.

Hear me please.
There's nothing nothing nothing I want more than peace.
But I don't mean peace extreme like freedom from Lincoln's or Washington's wars.
I mean peace in me, in you, in even them 'til war's just not even possible.
I mean peace in me, in you, in everyone until war's no more.

Here, you can be yourself.
Here, you can look right at me.
Here, you can sing your song.
I will hear; I will sing along.
I will hear; I will sing along.
I will hear; I will sing along.


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