To charm the savage soul
with words and things unseen
Meshing that presence with thought
to all the fear we have dreamed.
To wash away hatred and hurt
just for a moment in a day
One might wash the world clean
Keeping all blood at bay.
So harp the music of your words
that plays across the lips of bards
Drawing the magic of peace around
collapsing the house that hate has caused
Then build the palace of hope
upon the beauty you have dreamed
Making life a place of beauty
that cements together all Beings.