Will the tears ever dry?
When wrong wishes wreck what we want,
So, each day we must try,
Featherfins flee from feral fish,
Known for never bein' shy.
Strength still same, sanity stays sane.

So we're still full of grace
Gentle giants give grander goals.
Though failure leaves no trace,
Because best buddies brin' business—
No regrets in our case.
Done deals don't destroy destinies.

Can hate stop our prayer?
Extra egos, evil echoes,
But we're under His care.
Big blessings brin' bolder beliefs,
Till success becomes clear.
We won't waste what we wish we want.

For things our minds conceive,
With wisdom we will win worse wars.
We rather hope than grieve.
Taking turns to task the trials,
On God's robe, our hands cleave—
Right resources, real rewards.