Sometimes we must fall, to let go of it all;
Oh how we weep, this illusion we keep;
My cry is the song, it's the truth all along;
My prayer is the highest and best for all;
If it's not for one, it is for none.
Don't you see? I am you and you are me!
How sweet to have faith,
knowing it's worth this excruciating wait.
And when the time comes, oh how we will see --all of it was exactly meant to be.
At last together, we will sing our sweetest song.