It is impossible believe
If you don’t have beliefs
What will you find as relief
How do you think is face quiet

Each day of life is fight
Each light on life is might
Could it show us more than the eye
Stars in the black sky of a small town

The little bee drinking the flower
Kith and kin at their big party
The garden flooded with perfume
Joy of the children smiling

The dirt road of must get along
The small places we can rest
Where giving up is more than win
Where the feeling becomes too real