Some of us are raindrops, raindrops in the wind,
Falling from the heavens to find our dreams below
Some of us are pools, pools beside the ocean,
waiting for the rising tide to carry us back home.
What will we see along the way?
Who will we meet along the way?
We’re on our way, we’re on our way to kingdom come
Some of us are foam, foam upon the breakers,
Riding on the moving swells where ever they may roam.
Some of us are dew, dew upon the roses,
Waiting for the warm sunshine to carry us back home.
Some of us are brooks, brooks out in the meadow,
Dancing with the breeze sparkling in the sun.
Some of us are snow, snow upon the mountain,
Waiting for an avalanche to carry us back home.