What do you see? Tell me, what do you see?
The dreams that have died or the hopes yet to be?
Someone who's loved and lost or someone who's learned patiently?
What do you see in sickness?
What do you see in health?
What do you see when you look at yourself?
'Cause I see a will to rise again from every fall
I see a soul that's filled with awe at the wonder of it all
I see a little heaven there wherever you are
And it's not that far; it's not that far
Who will you be? Tell me, who will you be?
A prisoner of circumstance or a soul that's free?
A coward with closed eyes or a fighter with the courage to see?
Who will you be in poverty?
Who will you be in wealth?
Who will you be when you're being yourself?
'Cause I see a will to rise again from every fall
I see a soul that's filled with awe at the wonder of it all
I see a little heaven there wherever you are
And it's not that far; it's not that far
I see a will to rise again from every fall
And it's not that far; it's not that far
It's not that far; it's not that far