And, Yes

Clear sky, a quiet beauty

Cold magic on this side of the Earth

Fresh winds ring purely

In little sparks, the morning bursts

And, yes, not everything comes easily

And, yes, not everything goes quite right

A poison or medicine

A whirlwind on this side of the Earth

Three mermaids sing to me

And their sweet songs are like therapy

And, yes, not everything comes easily

And, yes, not everything goes quite right

No limits, no barriers

And second roles will become first

Fresh winds ring purely

In little sparks, the morning bursts

And, yes, not everything comes easily

And, yes, not everything but it will be alright