so you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter
the fear that is within you now that seems to never end
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend
and you wonder where we're going
where's the rhyme and where's the reason?
and it's you cannot accept: it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind. for the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day. like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow
they're a promise of the future and a blessing for today. though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us
the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea. it is written: from the desert to the mountains they shall lead us
by the hand and by the heart
they will comfort you and me. in their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free. for the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day. and the song that i am singing is a prayer to non-believers
come and stand beside us we can find a better way.