Did you sing your children lullabies to calm their fears at night?
Did you hold them gently till they went to sleep?
Did you plant in them the seeds of hope for new and better lives?
Did you make them promises you couldn't keep?
And do you think of me as "Enemy" and could you call me "Friend"?
Or will we let our differences destroy us in the end?
The wall that stands between us could be a window too.
When I look into the mirror, I see you.
Do you have sons that fight for peace, the way I'm told mine do?
Do they send you photographs of foreign lands?
Do you chill to see the missiles, and do they haunt your dreams?
Do you wonder, "Whose the power; whose the hands?"
And do you think of me as "Enemy" and could you call me "Friend"?
Or will we let our differences destroy us in the end?
The wall that stands between us could be a window too.
When I look into the mirror, I see you.
Oh, may we live to see the day when walls of words and fear,
No longer stand between the truth and dreams.
The walls and windows rise into the darkness and we dare,
To look into the mirror and see Peace.
And do you think of me as "Enemy" and could you call me "Friend"?
Or will we let our differences destroy us in the end?
The wall that stands between us could be a window too.
When I look into the mirror, I see you.
Did you hold them gently till they went to sleep?
Did you plant in them the seeds of hope for new and better lives?
Did you make them promises you couldn't keep?
And do you think of me as "Enemy" and could you call me "Friend"?
Or will we let our differences destroy us in the end?
The wall that stands between us could be a window too.
When I look into the mirror, I see you.
Do you have sons that fight for peace, the way I'm told mine do?
Do they send you photographs of foreign lands?
Do you chill to see the missiles, and do they haunt your dreams?
Do you wonder, "Whose the power; whose the hands?"
And do you think of me as "Enemy" and could you call me "Friend"?
Or will we let our differences destroy us in the end?
The wall that stands between us could be a window too.
When I look into the mirror, I see you.
Oh, may we live to see the day when walls of words and fear,
No longer stand between the truth and dreams.
The walls and windows rise into the darkness and we dare,
To look into the mirror and see Peace.
And do you think of me as "Enemy" and could you call me "Friend"?
Or will we let our differences destroy us in the end?
The wall that stands between us could be a window too.
When I look into the mirror, I see you.
Contributed by Bartleby - 2010/12/22 - 10:11
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