A quiet soul is all, not a loud and angry one
Running into battle, running out of it
The trickery and illusions
behind the show of men's courage
A quiet soul is what I've been left with
Nothing more I can ask for
Nothing as valuable as that silence
For soon the bombs may explode as they leave me alone at my post
Where noise has no respect
Homeless noise
drifting noise, no place it's own noise
How I've traveled yet none of that noise is mine
And down here where I feel quietness
I yield to powerful goodness
The sacred silencer
the assassin of the loud thwarting lost souls
Hired by the thousands by masters of fear that twist them
No I must admit a quiet soul unperturbed is enough
For you may pray aloud as long as god listens
A quiet soul may never change the world but it will learn to love an honest love
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