She believes that below the ground
there are endless sparks of gold
She believes every bit
has a story to be told
I still can't grasp what I have seen:
with a kind heart and perfect aim
you sunk your hands into the deep
and pulled out the tinest flake
Blessed by the sun's most tender kiss
it shone like an everlasting flame
You said: "I'll take it home with me
and give it proper care"
Find me a treasure,
and teach me to see
beyond the coldness
that sprouted from our fears
Promise you'll never
turn your back on your dream
Harvest the pebbles
until our faith's rebuilt
There's hope out there