Their hearts,
Full of love and laughter,
Hold the key
To all.

For in this world,
We know naught.
And in this world,
Nothing is fair.

We are all distraught,
Stranded in this vast wasteland.
Nothing to hold on to,
Or keep us warm.

But their hearts,
All beat as one.
And in the future,
More shall come.

As we sight past those limitless rolling hills
Beyond that light,
We know to see,
Every heart, especially our own.

For their hears,
They beat as one.
They hold the key,
The key, to all.

The beauty of this world,
Knows no limits.
We shall soon discover,
That none are to be seen.

Because their hearts beat as one,
They hold the key to all.
We reach that valley beyond this land,
And now we have finally learned to listen.
Listen to our hearts, but most of all, the hearts of others.