If the world, they ask you,
What is sure to chance?
Tell them what I tell you:
They want you to advance.
And when they this do ask you,
Tell them this as well:
That they each seek to help you
And want you to prevail.
But when they then do ask you,
What is true and sure?
Tell them happiness is in you,
And peace is only pure.
And when this you have finished,
They'll know what will succeed,
What will not have diminished,
Peace through truth indeed.
- Joshua Guillory
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