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Tom Hamilton: Music

Pacifica

(Tom Hamilton)
Oh Pacifica
When I hear your name
It's the magic of the mythical
That calls me in from the rain
The sound of South America
Soaked in the sun
The heartbeat of Mother Africa
Sings the rhythm of One

We're taught to be traditional
When it comes to love
But what about the unconditional
The kind we get from above
But that's the challenge of the physical
We try to overcome
And that's what draws us to the mystical
Just like the soul of the drum

For just a moment to be beautiful
To stand unashamed
Of the things that God has given us
Free of the blame

For just a moment to be whimsical
To stand unafraid
No more worring about or thinking of
Mistakes that we made

Oh Pacifica
Won't you lend your name
To the sadness of the cynical
And call them in from the rain
The anger of America
All the pride and the pain
I can't take another minute of it
Every thing seems so insane

I don't know wrong or right
I only know how I feel
Can we learn to love
The way we've learned to fight
Can we learn how to heal

Oh Pacifica
When I hear your name
It's the memory of a miracle
That calls me in from the rain
The sound of South America
Soaked in the sun
The heartbeat of Mother Africa
Sings the rhythm of One...