Your peace, your happiness, your love, hold on, hold on, for just one more day. Sometimes tis like water in the hand, sometimes its here to stay.
And some wish that the world be filled with our kindred kind
For all that want, what the other wants, be filled our hearts and mind.
So many of us now, in the world, and making our way quietly with every step
Keeping guard, at the pearly gates, gently moving without regret.
And knowing that the meek shall inherit the earth, but when their given that hand
They might not be that meek, no.........not meek at all.
But watering a garden where the violent had made their last stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem