Ari Politi - The Boy with the Whistle

In a village far away, the people gathered, it’s time to pray,
The world’s in pain, we need a cure,
well can they find it? No one’s sure,

And then a shepherd boy arrived, with a whistle in his hand,
He wasn’t really prayer-smart, but this boy could understand,
All the matters of the heart,

Inside the temple, the tension rose, the Gates of Heaven – are still closed,
So many prayers, with so much glee, yet no one seems, to have the key,
Our little boy decides to act, he blows his whistle, with all his heart,
And with the love that it provides, the Gates of Heaven – have opened wide…

And then a shepherd boy arrived, with a whistle in his hand,
He wasn’t really prayer-smart, but this boy could understand,
All the matters of the heart,

When we are pure, simple and kind, then we are free,
It doesn’t matter, where you are, just know one thing:
That whistle boy – is you and me…

Written by:
ARIE POLITI

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