No matter that birds do fly
That whirl and soar in the sky
No matter that the sea has tide
That rises and falls as on a ride
No matter that storms do so rage
Turning calm to havoc like a page
No matter that animals do so roam
They that do it have no home
No matter that bees go for pollen
To make honey to be reaped by men
All I want is peace in my soul
That's what I really want for me.