Two hopeful hearts, two lands apart. Together there's no end to what our dream can start.
We are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.
If you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew you never knew.
Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind
Listen with your heart, you will understand.
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.