Feeling a little tired at the way the world works
sometimes it just steals the wind under our wings
thinking about all the suspicions we face
when we try to help someone out of compassion.
Was sitting beside the window, gazing out at trees
The green leaves, blue sky, scattered white clouds.
A little bird flew out of nowhere and softly alighted,
gently, tenderly it started a song as if too soothe me.
Little bird singing oh so sweet from the branch
Filling up my very being with your divine strain
What are you trying to tell us by spreading
That pure, divine melody free of any cost?
The purest and most precious things are free?
So when we come across beautiful souls
Brimming with love, tenderness and affection
never waste the bliss by searching hidden cost.
In God’s kingdom the most costly things are free
Air, water, food, light, God’s love.. none bears a price
So is the love which we cherish for each other
So just let it be and lets be love, compassion and grace.