Flowing as the river straight into the sea
Catching up the sorrows, feeling brotherly to those
Who's apparently lost in the maze, troubled in the daily craze
I'd washing down the dirt
And the painful faces will rejoice and shine
I am the water, I am the tear...
I will hold your hand and relieve you from that fear of not being good enough to your own self
Put your pain on the shelf...
I am the water, I am the tear...