In the winter of our discontent
In the ruins of our monuments
An ancient light appearing
Into every deadly plot we've laid
Into all our bitterness and hate
A kindness ever nearing
Over every war we've ever waged
Over every prophet we have slain
A peace past understanding
Out of all our chosen misery
Out of all our misplaced loyalties
A heaven in the making
Eden's gates swing open to us now
We'll turn every weapon to a plow
For every sin a pardon
Every field of wildflowers left to seed
Every forest filling up with green
There is healing in the garden
Healing in the garden
Healing in the garden
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