When I hear voices of believers,
Family friends and golden retrievers,
Away go hopeless thoughts of deceivers,
For children of knowledge are the true receivers,
Yes those children and their children endeavors…

When I hear them sing for hope,
And I’m sure of faith they’ve the rope,
I sleep well on the pillow of good thoughts,
Upon the bed of Buddhism my prayer floats,
The seed of falseness disappears then,
I think of all the, all the believers when,
Yes the world tries a lot to occupy our minds,
But it is faith in the future to hopes, us, sin binds,
And of a happy tomorrow will be another story,
Those who work hard live in peace and glory.

A beautiful harmony holds them by their shoulders,
Accords of faith gives them power to lift heavy boulders,
Into the unknown the future has be wild thought,
Keen to discover has always been a child thought,
All the curious children rising to become imperials,
They come with names, not labels and serials,
I visited a Dutchman who came to my country,
He told me Japan can’t be divided it will always be one tree.

So I thought when on Lookers have that opinion of my kingdom cross,
Only not knowing who we are is only when we’ll be at loss,
I see the blessings that we have in our children here,
Can’t be with the children on their every step,
One must eventually leave them to become brave and face the world affair.

Elder is one with worries in His bust,
Faith however makes courage robust,
Believers are children in them trust is must,
That is truth of time the Earth’s Holy crust.
So imperial sleeps with the music of let it go,
Still in dreams praying let the blessings rain, let it snow.