Song: Lighthouse

If you hold a grudge, not wearing his shoes,
Let me around all hold a grudge.

Not forgive me, the Creator, if I couldn't forgive.

Despising sinking, I swept past.
So, overboard'd see the most favorite.

The role of the people, for me, harmful to society.
The wise Creator will one day distribute to my relatives.

I embrace the entire planet, in its original form.
I cuddle with her all who hates me.
Love is all around us in the form of a polar night.
Flower gives fragrance, even when his tread.
The sun does not choose, the morning lights the sky.
Just gives himself personally to each, whatever it was.
On the earthly ground in the forests of high-rise buildings.
Give me the wisdom of the Creator to live the same way.

Generosity without an audience.
Grand gestures without cameras.
A gift without the name of the giver.
And without the ability to fight back on advertising.
To love, not by acquisition.
To forgive, not to remember them.
To serve, as in the fog the lighthouse.
Call at the very edge.