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D(add11) xx0032
So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
The fear that is wi thin you now, and it seems to never end,
And the dreams that have es caped you, and the hope that you've for gotten,
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 ac cept, 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 to day.
Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall a round 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 nonbe lievers.
Come and stand be side us - we can find a better way.