Books of old,
have held the knowledge of new.
Testimonies of the days before,
prophecies long before us.
If you've read enough into text,
such things have come now to be true.

Looking with only eyes,
doesn't grantee any sight.
Your heart too knows,
whether it being right or wrong.
In the very darkness of night.

As too the soul,
beholds things coming before,
You spirit remains soundly calm,
as you anxiously wait for what's in store.

Take a moment of breath,
don't be so anxious and weary.
You seem to know little,
when you feel so uncertain.
Breathe now, stop you're fearing.

Be as the still waters,
find your calm.
A tender whisper to soothe a child,
find your stillness,
And sing it in song.