The People of the Boxes

There were once some people Who all saw their lives like empty boxes They looked around the world Collecting up the things they liked. They filled their lives and boxes With the goodies that they gathered And they all felt in control Content and they all felt alright. They climbed inside their boxes They settled with their trinkets. They neither looked nor learned much more And closed their lids up tight. Once they fastened up their boxes They smiled there inside And they all thought in their darkness That the world was clear and bright. But the world is not a box There's no lid no doors No cardboard flaps or locks And everything in nature From the clouds to the rocks Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man It's a piece of the peace of Islam. Along came a wandering wiseman Whispering such words of truth He stumbled on these boxes So separate side by side He knocked upon the first one saying Please come out and feel the day An answer came from deep within You're not of us please go away He approached the second box And tapped twice on the lid saying Peace to you inside Shall I show you a new way Someone peaked out from a crack and said You may just have a point But it's so comfy in my box In my box here I will stay But the world is not a box There is no lid, no doors No cardboard flaps of locks And everything in nature From the clouds to the rocks Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man Is the piece of the peace of Islam He stood before the final box A hiding face peaked out to him And much to his surprise He said I recognise those eyes I see you and you see me Why not come out and be free Faith and flowers wilt and die If they are hidden from the sky. Cause the world is not a box There is no lid, no doors No cardboard flaps of locks And everything in nature From the clouds to the rocks Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man Is the piece of the peace of Islam Now the centuries lie between All the prophets and you and I Civilisations are born and die Each and everyday We see good and bad and happy, sad And mad mistakes we wish we hadn't made In our attempt to try and live up to their ways But if we hide ourselves away Afraid to grow and learn We might wake up in the flames Of the ignorance that burns And we'll never be much more Than only casualties of war In a struggle we can't win If we have no faith to begin We've got to tip the lid And let some sunlight in Cause the world is not a box There is no lid, no doors No cardboard flaps of locks And everything in nature From the clouds to the rocks Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man Is the piece of the peace of Islam.