How many times must we be shown The outcome of the pattern?:.

Volvemos. 

Aprendemos. 

Gracias. 

All things are singing 

Life is a chorus 

It all gets so deafening sometimes 

Exhausted, my ears have grown numb to the 

Song in all things 

But sunlight on water 

Kissing at the bus stop in the rain 

Or the wind through my fingers when I raise my palms in the dark 

It sings to the parts that are still wild, still untamed