In my father's eyes, life is beautiful,
life is plentiful, for everyone to see.
For all, even you and me, in waked state, or dreamful revelry,
for your friend and for your enemy, we've won the greatest price.

To my father's ears, life is like a tune,
life will very soon, sing a glorious song.
Where everyone will belong, the weakest and the very strong,
and not before very long, there will be no more tears.

In my father's mind, there is hope,
we will surely cope, if we do it all as one.
For when all is said and done, what am I, if not part of everyone,
we'll get nowhere until we've begun, leaving differences behind.

In my father's book, first is gratitude,
for all the multitude, of gifts that we receive.
What we need is to believe, that love is here and will never leave,
there's no limit to what we can achieve, seeing the kindness in your neighbors' look.

So who can this father be, of whom I speak,
is she on a mounting peak, where can he be found?
Is it someone well renowned, is it someone too profound,
is he here, or all around, or is she you and me?

Be one with your brothers, see that they are you,
remember that in all you do, you define who you are.
Seek not change near nor far, pray not to a distant star,
don't expect a magic jar, be the change you wish to see in others.