Deryk Houston's Art Gallery

Prayer for Peace
(the cello song)

Don't want to sing about suffering or images of war,
I wanna sing about the lovely things and not the pain he saw,

But then I heard about the cellist, how he played for those who died
While they queued for bread upon the streets; targets of shellfire...
He played a day, for each life lost.

Music on the streets of war, to count the cost...

He played through pain,
Played of joy,
Played through anger--
All those little girls and boys,
Played for mother, lover,
Father, sister, brother...
For the broken hearts and the fallen tears..
Played his prayer for peace for tomorrow.

Let your heart sing his song 'til his gentle music echoes clear and strong.
While Vedran played his cello, soliders fired their guns!
But for twenty-twodays he played for peace.

And his music was his talent but his courage brought him fame,
And a painter caught up on the Web learned all about his name.
Painted his portrait in the history book.
Where the story's told for young and old to take a look...

How he played through pain,
Played of joy,
Played through anger--
All those little girls and boys,
Played for mother, lover,
Father, sister, brother...
For the broken hearts and the fallen tears..
Played his prayer for peace for tomorrow.

Let your heart sing his song 'til his gentle music echoes clear and strong.
While Vedran played his cello, soliders fired their guns!
But for twenty-two dayshe played for peace.

For twenty-two days... for twenty-two lives... His prayer for peace!