There is a calm around everywhere
A calm of fear, sorrow and pain
There is a child asking its parent
Is my growing up in vain?
There is fire, smoke, sadness and sickness
There is more dark than light
There is a calm that’s not going away
how hard you try with all your might.
But as I rise each morning I see
The sun shows up, the birds in glee
The leaves and flowers still have a charming look
They are still blooming, though the world shook
And no matter how hard it is all around
I choose to see the pretty rose I found
I see it’s not all over yet
The world is still beautiful, as blissful as it gets.
And I think it would be nice to believe
The joy hasn’t disappeared
The light hasn’t changed
It is still the beautiful world we see
Each flower, each blade of grass, well arranged.
So why not give our sorrows a shake
Throw them hard ,let them break
Coz someday we need to smile again
Someday we need to rise and pray
This world that is still beautifully ours
Will help us through and show us the way.