You have found peace in your own universe.
When somebody kills you´re just one of the crowd
who listens and sees and thinks mostly of yours.
You never take part in a peace movement´s task
but just go about in your own little yard.
It´s a niche in this world, where your fence is your guard
in your sweet little garden, your own little yard.
You read your old books and you couldn´t care less
if the world is in danger and the whole is a mess.
Your kids moved away and your mate´s in the grave.
He went to the war, but you are quite safe.
He felt he was fighting for his own fatherland.
Your life is different in your garden of peace,
where beautiful flowers go as they please.