As we bow down in appreciation to what we have
We close our eyes on the smiles we left behind...

And he sings his song to the grace of air
Wrap it in the drops of rain...

Words are the same, Souls are the same
Evilness is masked, as the good roll in shame...

I am walking my soul to heaven
On a road so unclear...

Hey yellow bird standing there
On a branch of the old green Cedar...