It's joy your heart desires.
It's then that you surrender,
When found your heart retires.
It's calm that you are longing for,
Surrender to a place..
Where worries leave and joy sets in,
Rested is your worried face.
It's a place that you strive for;
Before your heart will cease.
It's a fight your soul puts up;
Before you find the peace.
How can you rest assured,
When bombs are dropped afar?
How do you know you can be at peace,
When you don't know where you are?
If you don't know just what you want,
Or where your heart has gone..
If you can't help the world around;
Just struggling to hold on,
If you can't merely try to attempt,
To lend a helping hand,
If you just talk about what you'll do,
And you can't understand,
Then never will you find the peace
Your soul desires so.
All this pain and war and fear,
It's what you'll never know.
If you can't see the sorry sight,
The pain tears piece by piece;
Then you my friend will never know,
A gift that we call peace.