THE STILLNESS OF LIFE

The River that flows;
The Lonesome dove that flies;
The Sun that shines through.

These things are all endless;
People have the feeling of loneliness,
Like the river, lonesome dove
And the sun;

People don't know the joy of life,
They have no idea how to use their
Imagination.

No one has emotion;
Of any kind,
It's like they can't see anything unreal;
They're all in a bind;

Most are capable, but don't know how.