For us to come to understand,

That there are things we cannot change

Hidden amongst the things we can?

For we can rearrange our hearts,

Dust out the corners of our minds,

We can teach our eyes to see

Only the things we wish to find.

Yet once we decorate our walls

And sweep our sorrows off the floor,

Why do we look to someone else

To show us how we can be more?

For there is where the line

Between our can and can't gets tough,

The point at which we all must learn

That we are already enough,

That since we cannot choose the home

Our only soul was born into,

We should rearrange its rooms

But learn to love its window's view.

“Leave your worries by the shore line,

And run your bare feet through the sand,

Let the water be a soft bed,

When you cannot bear to stand.

Make friends with flying seagulls,

And hold the sun up on your palm,

Before you duck beneath the water,

Where the world is mute and calm.

Tell the fish all of your problems,

As they all come swimming past,

When your lungs are close to bursting,

Swim above the waves and gasp.

Let the water hold your sadness,

And wash it right out to the sea,

So like a message in a bottle,

All your worries are set free.

And the sea might make you feel alone,

But the world has troubles too,

For how else do you suppose,

That the ocean got so blue?”