Be Still

Life is good That only comes from a joyous mood For we the peasant Life can never be pleasant To survive we steal Only to hear the words BE STILL In our heart we think of solutions All our heart could give us is earthly pollutions What is the essence of life? When we face nothing but strife No one knows the way we feel All we hear is BE STILL We have heard these words before We can’t stay still anymore Planning to end our troubles with a rope But these words planted in us the seed of hope To our troubles we became steel Finally we valued the words BE STILL The speaker of these words we do not see Yet our problems he made a cup of tea Because of him we live Finally having a reason to believe Our broken heart he promised to heal Only if we hold our peace and BE STILL