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HOW CAN WE DANCE? |
It's December thirty first, two thousand and four,
An old year departs, a new one at the door
Out on the streets the party's beginning,
There'll be food and good wine, and much hearty singing
"We're tired of the old year, it's time it was gone.
A new one can save us, so let's bring it on!
We'll dance in the streets all through the night,
And fill up the skies with fire and light!"
Lord, how can we dance while You weep?
It's December thirty first, two thousand and four,
An old year is leaving, a new one before
Out on the streets the corpses lie
While gravediggers run a race against time,
A mother sits numbed, her children all gone,
Her face tells a story of grief unknown,
A man stands dazed in water knee-deep,
His home and his family lost in the sea.
Lord, how can we dance while they mourn?
It's December thirty first, two thousand and four,
An old year is dying, a new one is born
The Spirit is grieving this night on the earth,
A call to attention, so very few heard.
As millions in anguish cry out in despair,
The world parties on with barely a care.
"Pass round the hat, we'll give plenty of cash,
But don't turn off our party, we couldn't take that."
Lord, how can we dance while You grieve?
It's December thirty first, two thousand and four
I sit alone wondering what lies in store,
For a world that pretends we can fix it all up,
And forgets to remember we were all made from dust!
"The world must go on", I hear some respond,
"We've had too much sorrow, so let's party on!"
But their voices ring hollow this last night of the year
How can we dance amid so many tears?
So I'll stay, and I'll weep with You.
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