Breaking the Silence

By Loreena McKennitt

I hear some distant drumbeat
A heartbeat pulsing low
Is it coming from within
A heartbeat I don’t know
A troubled heart knows no peace
A dark and poisoned pool
Of liberty now lost
A pawn an oppressor’s tool.

Oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there’s life within.

A gunfire shatters silence
Where birds once sweetly sang
A mother cradles a child now dead
Now death where life began

From the troubled heart of South Africa
Nicaragua’s festering sore
The turmoil on the streets of China
Death crying out for more

A change is slow in coming
My eyes can scarcely see
The rays of hope come streaming
Through the smoke of apathy

But oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there’s life within.

May the spirit never die
Though a troubled heart feels pain
When the long winter is over
It will blossom once again.

Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s