When it’s quiet in the morning like this
I hear only the birds singing to each other
as I listen for a holy-peace inside my head

I hear none of the voices of the oppressed
I hear none of the chants to would-be kings
I hear none of the violence within and among us
I hear none of the world’s fight for ideology and power.

I hear the healing hearts of fathers and mothers
who care for the happiness of their children
who worry if they are eating well and enough
who worry if they will find freedom and peace
in an uncertain future, where the world fights
for ideology and power.

But the birds start telling a story that says
we will be here long after you are gone,
long after you have destroyed what you will
long after you cease to voice your worries, and
long after your ideology and power fades.

For we’ve always been here… waiting for you
to come and go… and we do not care about
your ideology and power.