Give Them Peace

I know I want to be good I want to know you're crying At the sound of my words And although I want to be heard You'll never hear me crying I know I want you to have a reckoning With your god Whether it's a show Or a quiet remark You should know I've felt your ghost Beckoning to mine Blurring the lines In uneven times Of our divided lives Of our divided lives Of our divided lives Lord show them a way To reconcile The kid in the trees with the busted knees And the woman that I am today And the woman that I am today Lord give them hell The girl with the books and the doe-eyed looks Has been bid a respectful farewell Lord give them peace Oh! Lord give them peace Ah! Lord give them peace Ah! Lord give them peace Oh! Lord give them peace Ah! Lord give them peace Oh! Lord give them peace