How far must we walk through the shadow of doubt
Before we step into the day?
How many voices must cry from the dark
Before we hear what they say?
And how many chains must we choose to unbind
To let the truth find its way?
The answer is out there, waiting in the sun,
Waiting for those unafraid to run.

How many stars must light up the sky
Before we see the way they align?
How many rivers must carve through the stone
To teach us patience in time?
And how many dreams must we dare to believe
Before we claim them as mine?
The answer is out there, beyond the horizon,
A treasure for those with hearts that rise on.

How many walls must we tear to the ground
To let the love break free?
How many seeds must be sown in the dust
Before we grow what we need?
And how many hands must reach out as one
To build a world that agrees?
The answer is out there, like the whisper of rain,
Calling us forward through struggle and pain.

How many paths must we leave unexplored
Before we see what we've missed?
How many times must we fall to our knees
Before we stand in the midst?
And how many fires must light up the night
Before we reach for the kiss?
The answer is out there, waiting to be found,
Calling us boldly to break the ground.