Never think at all that You possess
'Cause it will never bring You happiness
Take what You need to make each day sweet
But then just like grains of wheat
You've got to blow it to the fans of the windmill
Don't you think it's best when You feel joy
To let it all out before it spoils
Let it run into everything
I know You really doubt that it gets far
But that's the reason He made the star
When propels it, it travels faster than a laser beam
Send a little love; send a little care
It reaches everywhere; send it