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Homeland Lesbo Christian Gal Melissa Etheridge and Over-there Straight Muslim Dude Salman Ahmad - Ring The Bells



Whose God is God? Whose light is light?
Whose law is wrong? Whose might is right?
Here we are on the edge, the edge of change.

I believe in peace, my only wish.
I believe that we can co-exist.
Let's go further now than we've ever gone before.

Ring the bells, ring the bells of change.
Ring the bells, every boy and every girl.
Ring the bells, ring the bells of peace all over the world.

We've all been called to wake from sleep,
To feel our power to create the dream,
To step out from the dark past our fathers' fear.

Here we stand in unity making one choice to be free.
Every truth blends into one as we believe it shall be done.
Here we stand as soldiers now, turning our swords into plows.
There is not a nobler climb, achieving peace in our own time.

I know peace begins with me, with all I feel and with all I see,
And I know it's no easy task removing our own fearful mask.

But I have seen us rise and fall,
Stand on the moon, tear down the wall,
And I know we can do it all, can do it well.
Show me the bells. Ring the bells.

Comments

  1. "Peace begins with me." Sadly, not nearly enough "Mes." Far too many actually believe that calls for tolerance are confrontations. But those of us who believe in and passionately long for tolerant behavior must continue the call, no matter how many deaf ears it falls upon. Progress is slow, but evident.

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  2. You're right, Doug, not enough Mes. Not even so optimistic as you that progress slow but evident, I guess maybe so. I just am so personally disgusted with the shit going on I can't help but be happy hearing something positive, however iffy it might make any difference at the end of the day. Hey, I won a trophy once for winning the state's Optimist Oratorical Contest when I was a kid, I am hopeful by nature somehow.

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