Foolish men have prattling tongues
Yet the wisest use no words
Purest songs go unsung
Though the din, though the din
Is heard
Foolish men seek out a name
Yet the wisest hold their own
Set aside without shame
Standing strong, standing strong
Alone
What’s the price, what’s the price
Of God’s truth?
What’s the sum, what’s the sum
Of Man’s worth?
Wild winds are blowing, strange seeds are growing here
Long time refusing harsh voices causing fear
Foolish men cling to their lives
Yet the wisest lay them down
Truth’s the daughter of time
Not the court, not the court
Nor crown
Foolish men will fade away
Yet the wisest never die
Seasons pass, yet they stay
Evermore, evermore
Alive
Avellina Balestri Writes 