There’s no way to take the roaring from the river to make it run calm.
When the wind blows, to make the leaves, on the tree move, in the gentle breeze.
Let all the tears be dry, the ache of the heart, when it hurts, let it go back to where it came from.
In a rain cloud, to lose the drops, where they went, causes a mind to freeze.
Take the sunshine, let it out, weathered by each storm, brings a colored rainbow.
If there’s a beautiful dream out there somewhere, in some one’s heart, let it come true .
May each memory stay alive, never leave it’s holding place that it knows.
Let God take whatever troubles the soul, his beautiful love will easily flow through.