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
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