It is we who are called
On these quiet star-filled nights
When we sing and talk about peace
History awaits
On these quiet star-filled nights
I hold out my heart to you
History awaits
Let us cross that golden bridge
I hold out my heart to you
Oh wounded, broken world
Let us cross that golden bridge
Justice lies in neither shock nor awe
Oh wounded, broken world
Standing silent, barely daring to breathe
Justice resides in neither shock nor awe
You know this is true
Standing silent, barely daring to breathe
When we sing and talk about peace
You know this is true
It is we who are called
by Martina Rutledge
