Emerald river dance with such velvety gracenTo the rhythm of the EarthnAnd every beat reveals magic pathways of lightnWhere each seeker finds rebirthnnThe sun to the bleating absence of soundnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what is...nnAnd nature ever favors softness like grass growingnGently through cementnAnd softness often thrives where brutality liesnIn a shroud of death's foul scentnnThe sun to the bleating absence of soundnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what is...nnIt seems like everyone's so afraid of emotionn'Cause they can't bear the painnBut the deeper sorrow carves in the heart of yournbeingnThe more joy you con containnnThe sun to the bleating absence of soundnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what isnAnd you will hear what is...n