In calmness prose
Like still waters
When commotion visits
A peaceful heart
It does no good
To add pain to pain
And make hurt ooze
From a wounded heart
Rest
Rest
In the storm of confrontation
Breed more quiteness
Like a wisdom root
To make a sun out of darkness
Only the meek
Make this moment a fountain
Rest then...rest
Know when it's best
To arrest unrest
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