She believes that below the ground there are endless sparks of gold She believesevery bit has a story to be told I still can't grasp what i have seen: with a kind heartand perfect aim you sunk your hands into the deep and pulled out the tiniest flake Blessed by the sun's most tender kiss it shone like an everlasting flame You said: "i'll take it home with me and give it proper care". Find me a treasure, and teach me to see beyond the coldness that sprouted from our fears Promise you'll never turn your back on your dream Harvest the pebbles until our faith's rebuilt There's hope out there.