Ways of Our Worries:
Don't know much about me...
I think it's the love above.
We ride in the cars we build,
From the factory downtown
We go and do our rounds.
My friends don't like these wings
So, they tell me to singHope is alive,
In my little brothers eyes
He walks about without care.
Think about his ways,
Think about his ways...
So, we take our hopes to the sky
The worries make us cry
And we kneel to make the hope reappear
But hope is always there
We just don't know it.
For the water never dies,
And the mystery never lies.
So go without care.
The worries keep us running
To a place we never see
The worries always kill us
We don't take the things we need
Help us to be like children
With hope running in.
So close your eyes,
And know how to live.
Believe that hope is alive,
Even in the night hope is alive!
It's in our ways,
It's in our ways...