There's a leafless tree in Asia.
Under the sun there's a homeless man.
There's a forest fire in the valley
Where the story all began.
What will be our last thought?
Do you think it's coming soon?
Will it be of comfort
Or the pain of a burning wound?
All we are trying to say
Is we are all we've got.
You and me just cannot fail
If we never, never, stop.
You're an ocean full of faces,
And you know that we believe.
We're just a wave that drifts around you,
Singing all our hopes and dreams.
We look around, in wonder,
At the work that has been done.
By the visions of our father,
Touched by his loving son.