From a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.
From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,
it's the voice of every man.
From a distance we all have enough,
and no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,
no hungry mouths to feed.
From a distance we are instruments
marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They're the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.
From a distance you look like my friend,
even though we are at war.
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
what all this fighting is for.
From a distance there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves,
it's the heart of every man.
It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us, God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us from a distance.
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.
From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,
it's the voice of every man.
From a distance we all have enough,
and no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,
no hungry mouths to feed.
From a distance we are instruments
marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They're the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.
From a distance you look like my friend,
even though we are at war.
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
what all this fighting is for.
From a distance there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves,
it's the heart of every man.
It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us, God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us from a distance.
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She's my Granddaughter who reflects.
She says:`Pa Pa, when I was little ....
Today I say:`Reminiscing never ends.
It will be a day spent with my ~ Friend.
~ BaileyWu.
Thanks for the post. Dang downloads?
You-Tube is pokey if Ya in the country.
Feb. 10. makes me sorta whimper, ugh.
On that date, after the conscription law,
in other word:`Draft, I was naive, youth.
Full of anti-war sentiments. Draft was law.
Feb. 10. makes me remember John P. Baca.
Baca is a steel pot flopper? The hat flopper?
Why am I reminiscing? John Baca's a flopper?
Baca takes a Army Pot off to flop on grenades?
I was wounded in`Nam on Feb. 10. Ya birthday.
Life is often filled with whimpering and wonder.
John Baca is alive. Flopper comments are in jest.
BaileyWu would be dumb to flop a steel pot, Boom!
Huh, post-drafted into a different horrible war, Baca?
All John P. Baca got was his tummy guts blown to bits. gads
Dead Mr. Nixon did give Baca a Valor Medal of Honor, Ouch.
John P. Baca, respectfully, is known as the war blood-brother.
Pot Flopper Baca Flopped a Steel Army Hat Pot? Ya, O BOOM!
Weird? Why do I chuckle as I write. I share a MOH Baca's story?
I tease? No. It's truth. Dark and mysterious, and I do limp today.
The 'same' horror grenades shred human flesh, sever artery - Vain.
Forgive me for another ramble. Intent? Exchange pleasant glances.
DC's Valor would be evident if politico's stop killing fellow humans.
`
BailyWo. @ OS, some precious essence within you/etc., do I sense.
Thanks. No whine and whimper forever. To Be reminiscing is good.
Let's improve Self. Keep reminding those who waste, lie, & only pretend...
I remember Bob Dylan's words:`Time Out Of Mind. Love Sick lyrics.
I'm sick of talk, lies, and:`I'm so sick of their kind of love. I am also.
It's another day (In DC), and remember too:`When I was young.' My Four year old Friend said to me yesterday. Yes. `When I was young.
`
I'm going to DC for a farm meeting, and taking my Granddaughter.
Then, a trip to the Smithsonian's History building. A four year old reminiscing:`Pa Pa. `When I was young. Ezra Pound ask:`Put down thy vanity.... make courage... Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. Learn of the green world what can be thy place- Canto LXXXI
~
Aristotle said:`Poetry is something more philosophic and of graver
import than history, since its statements are of the nature of the universals, whereas those of history are singulars. (I say:`Care).
Care is courage. Well, another revealing reflection. Send or no?
We/You who write from the hearts are saying:`Give Peace a chance.
It's the greatest romance,
Butterflies in dance to a lingering windsong.
My how they prance;
Though we sent them to France,
Floating in trance to a patriotic sing along.
Weep my four-year old.
Weep a lot;
Pray the winds abet.
Be deep and be bold.
Sleep not;
Defray a friend's debt.