Don't cry your own ocean

Don't stay sad or glum

There is something out there

For you to become.

With hands in your pockets

And no sign on your face,

You live in the shadows

In a cold, dank place.

You've climbed twenty mountains

And swam in nine lakes

You're brave and courageous

With chances to take

The sun will come out

And shine through the day

For once in your life

You won't turn away...