The will of man is driven by what's within,
The place where emotions and desires begin,
That which drives the will of man into action,
The part of man's spiritual makeup,

The meeting point between mind and behavior,
Love comes from inside,
Perfecting it is a worthwhile endeavor,
Pushing hatred far outside,

Striving to do good deeds it comes from within,
It is the works of your heart,
Depending on what you feeding it,
Your behavior will just impart,
We get to see your action,
Which are driven by what's hidden,

Intentions are driven by what is in your heart,
When good they blossom like art,
You are the reflection what is inside,
God sees what's within,
Men see behavior and action,
You know the intents of those deeds,

Ignore those who always belittle and trivialize.
As long as grass still grows and birds still flies,
The ridicule of others is nothing but words.
So, pace yourself, take your time, and lie low.
The fruits of your labour will eventually show.
You are what's in your heart.
The will of man is driven by what's within,
The place where emotions and desires begin,
That which drives the will of man into action,
The part of man's spiritual makeup,

The meeting point between mind and behavior,
Love comes from inside,
Perfecting it is a worthwhile endeavor,
Pushing hatred far outside,

Striving to do good deeds it comes from within,
It is the works of your heart,
Depending on what you feeding it,
Your behavior will just impart,
We get to see your action,
Which are driven by what's hidden,

Intentions are driven by what is in your heart,
When good they blossom like art,
You are the reflection what is inside,
God sees what's within,
Men see behavior and action,
You know the intents of those deeds,

Ignore those who always belittle and trivialize.
As long as grass still grows and birds still flies,
The ridicule of others is nothing but words.
So, pace yourself, take your time, and lie low.
The fruits of your labour will eventually show.