They ask me where it comes from,
It comes from all around,
The other day it hit me,
As I was walking into town.
It's in the bustling city,
The quiet countryside,
The murmur of a gentle stream,
The ocean's mighty tide.
It's in the laughter of a child,
The tears of a goodbye,
From the dawning of a new day,
And the twinkling stars up high.
It's in the pages of a book,
In the rhythm of a song,
From the beauty of a moment,
To the memories of lifelong.
They ask me where it comes from,
It's everywhere, I say,
In every breath, in every beat,
In the journeys of each day.