But only if we could realize
That pain of rain and burn of Sun, both are required
In order to make a sapling grow
Then we would strip away the false layers and sheets.
Layers of fears, confusions and manipulations
That rust our hearts and unconditional love
Scratch and dust away the rust off your heart
Strip away the splinter of fear apart
Let loose the dam of tears, let it flow
Let the mind fly free like a dove.