Look for light,
Light that heals,
Brings hope and seals,
Our wounds bleeding blue,
Sitches from within,
Fills our hollows through
So we do search
And forever search, we shall,
We drop our coins
Down this wishing well,
It's called hope,
It's called love,
Surely it is,
A blessing from above,
For without it we are lost,
Without it, we seem down,
Without it, we seem emptied,
Without it, we feel drowned.
