Some may fall asleep, Where in their bones, They can only believe in The woe as it goes to that place And it feels like thunder, So far away from what it is. We can only imagine And what takes hold, Like a seed, it must be planted. But to brush off the stones that have fallen You will find just pollen, Nothing but dust falling And you will be loved, yes you will. And like the seasons, move from darkness to the ones Who lift you up and take you back where you come from. Every smart young child Will one day take hold Of the boundless weight of wonder And be pulled from that place where they get so low That they just can't stand it, Just to understand that So many of the pieces of the world Can collide with what you think that you need. But, what you know is but a piece of everything, To push together from what's me To what turns into you and me, To what becomes what we believe, What everybody really needs And you will be loved, yes you will. And like the seasons, move from darkness to the ones Who lift you up and take you back where You will be loved, yes you will. And like the seasons, move from darkness to the ones Who lift you up and take you back where you come from.