As steam from a kettle
And smoke from a pyre
Like a soldier in battle
Or a voice in a choir
A raindrop that falls
In an ocean so vast
Gives itself to the whole
Forgetting its past
As steam from a kettle
And smoke from a pyre
Like a soldier in battle
Or a voice in a choir
A raindrop that falls
In an ocean so vast
Gives itself to the whole
Forgetting its past
Does heartache rot the soul
As it turns emotions raw
Can laughter make you whole
Helping spirits soar
If balance can be found
Both sadness and some joy
Your world will still go round
As part of the hoi polloi