[spoken-word poetry] The day is gentle, resting on the fields, The wind moves softly through the turning leaves. The sun lays gold upon the quiet road, And all the sky is blue and letting go. [Pre-Chorus] If only my thoughts could drift that slow, Like clouds that never need to know. If only my heart could loosen its hold, And let the old sorrows fade into gold. [Chorus] If only I were gentle If only I were gentle A little less restless A little more whole [spoken-word poetry] The evening is gentle, the shadows are long, A bird in the distance is carrying a song. The world asks nothing, it simply remains, While I keep counting my worries like rain. [Pre-Chorus] If only my thoughts were quiet as these, If only my soul could rest in the breeze. If only I were what the soft light knows— A little less restless, a little more whole. [Chorus] If only I were gentle If only I were gentle A little less restless A little more whole [spoken-word poetry] The day is gentle, the wind is gentle, The sun is gentle, the sky is gentle. I stand beneath them, wishing somehow I could be as gentle as the world is now. [Chorus] If only I were gentle If only I were gentle A little less restless A little more whole
