Streets of Sarajevo

He was there one Sunday morning
 At the corner of the square
 In a freshly pressed tuxedo
 In a simple folding chair
 Just after curfew lifted
 When everything was still
 He played his cello
 In the morning chill
 In the streets of Sarajevo
 A place of flame and death
 This music so surprising
 The whole world held its breath
 And each morning he returned
 To that spot and he would play
 In the streets of Sarajevo everyday
 And everyday he made me wonder
 Where did he ever find
 The music midst the madness
 The courage to be kind
 The long forgotten beauty
 We thought was blown away
 In the streets of Sarajevo everyday
 And many was the day
 The soldiers asked him who he was
 They warned him of the danger
 In doing what he does
 Many said that he was crazy
 To risk his life in such a way
 On the streets of Sarajevo everyday
 I wish someone could tell me
 Who is crazy, who is sane
 Those who stand in protest
 Or those who drop these bombs like rain
 Those who fill our lives with death
 In this place where children play
 On the streets of Sarajevo everyday
 So I come here in defiance
 And to add a bit of grace
 Try to ease the awful hatred
 And the horror of this place
 To remember there is beauty
 No matter what they say
 In the streets of Sarajevo everyday
 And everyday I see them
 Those who will not stand aside
 Who refuse to be defeated
 Who rage against the tide
 They are a glimmer in the darkness
 The rolling of the stone
 A message in a bottle
 From the distant shores of home
 And everyday he made me wonder
 Where did he ever find
 The music midst the madness
 The courage to be kind
 The long forgotten beauty
 We thought was blown away
 In the streets of Sarajevo
 And Belfast and Riyadh
 In the streets of New York City, Bali, and Baghdad
 And in the streets of every city everyday