Such a precious thing,
For a beggar,for a King.

You see it in the struggle of a child on the street.
And in the heart determined never to skip a beat.

You see it in the eyes of a man about to die.
And in the infant's hungry first cry.

How precious is it!!
That we cling to it,hold on to it.

Life gives us hope.
Life is our hope.

So we clutch it close to our *****,
With Faith that tomorrow will blossom.