All a concrete throw,
all born in the garden know:
from your thoughts to waterfalls,
I'm the one who wrote it all.
All my creatures know:
I am in their face and toes.
And I'm hiding my control,
over where each raindrop falls.
And the noisy, boring fiends,
just for contrast to the love you need.
The incessantly loud and wrong,
just for contrast to the truer song.
All the beauty I conceive,
it comes tainted and for seeds.
I make waves thunderously crash,
turn mahogany to ash.
Holy concrete throw,
all born in the garden know:
I make rainbows in the air,
to remind them of who's always there.
And the sultry, stifling heat –
just for contrast to the rain you need.
Where you are is where you're from,
and heaven it will become, and heaven it will become...
Just for contrast to right I made wrong,
just for contrast to the quiet and strong,
just for contrast to the life among...,
I am by your side all along,
you don't have to fight alone.