Once I sat through the lonely noon,
Away, meditating lessons, breathing through life,
What's there to live, to love, cherish mildly?
Will goodness finally conquer the grip of evil,
What will be the end when all ends?

What if Living was meant to stay opposite?
And bad the best way to rule.
What if peace was a sin, staining striker?,
Interfering bedlam, opposing the justice of war,
What if we were not to worship?
But believe only in the power of ourselves,
What if the there was nothing like kindness?,
What if the plan was utmost pain?
What if the tunes of celebration was sorrow?,
What if joy meant tears and wail?

The living has a lot to tell,
They're glad the Creator looked not away,
Whom shall we weep unto if Evil holds our hope?
What shall we say if our Israel knows no peace?