After many a bitter quarrel,
I learned why they make their journey,
Their merciful journey.
They came to feed us,
And nourish us thus,
Until we counted upon their merciful journey.
They fall from the sky,
To wash away our tears,
To show us it's okay to cry,
To soothe our fears,
To remind us to look up to whence they came,
Whence they began their merciful journey.
For traveling the merciful journey.