((Hmm....maybe i read it wrong. I got the impression we were before the Hutt, but now that i reread it i don't think so. I'll edit it.))
Peace is but a shadow of death,
Desperate to forget its painful past.
And though we hope for promising years,
After shedding a thousand tears,
Yesterday's sorrow constantly nears.
Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies it remains alone.