I look back and wonder, what was the worth of it all?
Cursed by the elixir of life, I’m reminded
The tears in the raindrop, the dry skin under the sun
Yes, you were my salvation, the oasis in the desert
The words are futile, aren’t they, O dear one!
The existence marred by tragedy, the suffering of it all
Your heart, a respite in the midst of it all
The newborn babe wonders why it is here
The burden of existence, one cry at a time
The mother caresses the babe, sings a lullaby
Over the rainbow, under the sun, O my dear little one!
Make something out of your life, my dear, be an alchemist
The mother whispers her magical charm in the babe’s ear
Turn lead into gold, the suffering into the philosopher’s stone
Oh, blessed be the mystery of it all!