I Have One Small Drop

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

Watch For All That Beauty Reflecting From You And Sing A Love Song To Your Existence.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.

Why Should I Be Weary When Every Cell Of My Body Is Bursting With Life?

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.