Trying so hard to be
Too scared to turn around
Quickens his pace to see
Whether a raindrop drowns
It drowns
And he finds the plain
Someone calls his name
And he leaves his blame
Behind himself
I see I am
Brook and stream
Soil and sand
I see I am
Hopes and Dreams
A search in hand
I see I am
In myself every man
Spinning the potter’s wheel
Being the sculptor’s mold
Feeling the light inside
Seeing a truth unfold
Unfold
And he doesn’t die
He is as the sky
Looks through other eyes
And sees himself
I see I am
I see I am
Brook and stream
Soil and sand
I see I am
Hopes and Dreams
A search in hand
I see I am
In myself every man