Sometimes it feels like a river
Attending to my way
As the sorrows and the sea billows roll
Sometimes it filters through the window
In the morning when I wake
Turning everything it touches into gold
But it doesn't come when I call it
Or stay when I want it
It flies away the moment it’s released
Cause it’s the cardinal at the feeder
Singing loud the song of Eden
Peace, peace, peace
Sometimes it hits mе like a hammer
And shoves mе to the ground
To lie among the mess that I have made
Sometimes it offers me a hand
Pulls me to my feet again
While knowing I’ll return to my old ways
But it doesn't come when I call it
Or stay when I want it
I’ve heard it in the park beneath the trees
No, it’s the swirling storm of violence
That never-ending silence
Peace, peace, peace
Sometimes I see it in a garden
Plunging into darkness
Pleading for another cup to drink
Sometimes I see it dying slow
Spewing mercy as it goes
With a will that's writ in blood instead of ink
But it doesn't come when I call it
Or stay when I want it
Go to waste when I spill it
Or die when I kill it
And I never do expect it
I never could protect it
It's nothing like I thought that it would be
Oh, it's the laughing and the crying
The living and the dying
Peace, peace, peace