[Verse 1]

I’ve got an idea, been on my mind

I’ll share it with you and see what we find

As a matter of fact, things keep on changing

They’re stirring up patterns that keep on rearranging, rearranging

[Verse 2]

Beauty performs shaped by the wind

Sunsets align with discipline

Feeling a sense of urgency

We live with so much uncertainty

[Bridge]

We rest on a breath, hang by a limb

Balancing hope to only win

[Verse 3]

Rituals to celebrate, words to chant await

Things start to happen, they form in a pattern

Seeing their rays of hope, to really help them cope

They mustn’t be ignored, search the lost chord