Someday, the clouds of hate will roll away.
We will forget the hurts of our past
And be free at last.
There’ll be no suffering for anyone
No guns,
No wars to fight.
We will walk in the light
One day sunny and fair,
We will get there.
Oh what a day it will be.
Oh what a day it will be.
Oh what a day it will be
For you and me.
All confusion, doubt, and suspicions
Based on race will finally be erased.
We will put our differences aside
And walk with pride.
By and by,
When the morning comes,
We will live as one
Darkness will no longer be our fate.
We will break the barriers of hate
Someday,
Not far away,
The flags of peace will fly
There will be no tears to cry.
Can you feel it in the air?
We’re almost there.
Someday,
The clouds of hate will roll away.
We will forget the hurts of our past.
And be free at last.
Love will rain
From every hillside and plain.
One day sunny and fair.
We will get there.
Oh what a day it will be.
Oh what a day it will be.
Oh what a day it will be
For you and me.
There will be no suffering for anyone
No guns,
Or wars to fight.
We will finally get it right.
There will be no rivers of sorrow to sail.
Peace will prevail.
By and by, when the morning comes,
We will live as one
Darkness will no longer be our fate.
There will be no barriers of hate
Can you feel it in the air?
We’re almost there.
Someday, by and by,
The flags of peace will begin to fly
The faith of those who love and care
Will see us there.
Oh what a day it will be.
Oh what a day it will be.
Oh what a day it will be.
For you and me.
copyright Patricia Newman-Harris
2013 Living the Dream
No matter where we live in the world,
no matter the color of our skin or our station,
Our pain makes us all the same.
Pain knows no name,
no station no place.
When someone we love dies,
we all cry.
There is no gain when the blood of our brother
flows at our feet,
There is no winner
There is only defeat.
PATRICIA NEWMAN-HARRIS