The din would stop

The din would stop
The clamour would cease
In the calm that follows
You will find me

And when you do
Promise me you shall
Be true in what you do
True in what you be

For what you are
Is because of me
For what you must be
is what they see

You will recognise
I haven’t changed
In the changing times
I have remained

Steadfast and pure
In there in you
In the mirror
Out there too