Treasure 歌词

There's a flower in the hand of every child And sunlight passes through the morning mist Long blades of grass bend in the wind Innocence discovered then Now gone Through the trees a stream flows endlessly Frozen to the bed there lies a stone Waiting to be hurled into the air Anger bred without a care Remains In the deepening stillness of the night There's a treasure wishing there was light Buried in a sea of disillusioned eyes Plagued by a voice within that cries Misunderstanding You're all misunderstanding Silent is the willow-it's ashes floating toward the sky From where rain slithers down upon the field Washing blackness into the stream Life reborn within the seams Of itself