You will always rise
Fall you may, once in a while
The ground is cold and hard
So is the heart of the mountain
Unyielding but a home to thousands
Is not your heart the same, love?
How many have you kept within yours?
Have you not given them strength?
Your tears are not the ocean
But your spirit is
Come back to where you belong
The world and its circus
This is your playground, your stage
Put on your show and take a bow
All you need to do is rise