So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter
fear that is within you now, it seems to never end
and the dreams that have escaped you
and the hope that you've forgotten
you tell me that you need me now
you want to be my friend
and you wonder where we're going
where's the rhyme?
where's the reason?
and it's you who 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 could clear a cloudy day
like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbows
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 could 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
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