This is a story about such a nice man who was here
Walking amongst everyone, yet still so alone
All his life, he never asked for a thing, only smiled
And accepted with love any happenings upon him
No one knew from whence he came
Where does he go or what does he do
On a cold, rainy night in the city streets
No one heard the aching heart which screamed
In prayer and in tears that rose up to the heavens
And opened up the skies
The whole world exists and breathes and stands
Only thanks to people so innocent
Pure souls who only wish to give
To fix and to build, to light up the living
The world exists and breathes and stands
Only thanks to the simplest of people
People who are truly, really and truly
Simply people
The elders who remember told of that moment
In which he stood, and said to the world;
"I have nothing and I have everything in my life,
And it is too much, too much."
The cure for the world is to rejoice and also
Not to take offence to the heart
For everything passes by either way
There is a place for everyone in this world
You just need to let go, you don't need to rush
And remember to truly love everyone
The whole world exists and breathes and stands
Only thanks to people so innocent
Pure souls who only wish to give
To fix and to build, to light up the living
The world exists and breathes and stands
Only thanks to the simplest of people
People who are truly, really and truly
Simply people