Let there be a resting place, where we don’t seek reprisal
Where there’s solace in the darkest of fates, a soul revival, oh
Oh so let there be a place, a place for the humble
Where the broken and kicked out of grace,
Do rise above all

And those who won’t let go, now will let go
And those who just hang on, are caught when they fall

Let there be the open arms, the embrace like a mother, to a child who is loved more than life, a love like no other
A refuge for the tender hearts and hearts that are craving for a love that they give but is not reciprocated

And spare a blessing for the mute wallflowers
Who’d rather hold their tongues, than stoke the fires

I hope that springtime brings, joy and laughter
And that the songs you sing, calm you ever after

Let there be a reaping of the goodness that you sow, a kind of justice for all of those breaks that left you so low
Let there be a wondrous place, where the highs, they are mountains, where you’re content and you would not replace one single ending