I think I need an hour of peace
I think I need a day of rest
Some time to muse, to lie or sit
Some time to stop, be still, to breathe
Feel silence, be alone with just me
I’m shattered with the noise of life
I’m splintered with demands of home
Of school, of work, laundry, shopping
It’s a circus, a wild merry go round
I need time off at a silent lake or shore
To have the peace of a quiet day
To renew my soul and fill my cup again!
It meant nothing to you
That a young wife waits
A wee daughter, too
And a babe in the womb
It meant nothing to you
Your brain was ablaze
With brutal hatred and sin
You craved notoriety
No matter collateral cost
It meant nothing to you
Your muscles contracted
Your brain was ablaze
You squeezed that trigger
You severed their lives
It meant nothing to you
The pain in their eyes
Of wife, child and friends
What can you ever claim
When you reach Peter’s Gate?
I lived for myself
I cared for no one
They meant nothing to me.
