Make My Trouble Beautiful

Hear the water whistle in the creek
It was made out of my jealousy

And the tension made an overflow
Caused the creek to spill into the cove

So hear my worries make it yours
Make all my trouble beautiful

See the plant is growing in the stream
It was made out of a broken dream

And the petals floating in the air
Every little flower from a tear

So hear my worries make it yours
Make all my trouble beautiful

Feel the sand under your naked foot
At the time I felt misunderstood

Every prayer is a single grain
In a desert made out of my pain

So hear my worries make it yours
Make all my trouble beautiful