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 here are my worries, make it yours
Make all my trouble beautiful
So here are my worries, make it yours
Make all my trouble beautiful

See the plant that's 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 here are my worries, make it yours
Make all my trouble beautiful
So here are 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 here are my worries, make it yours
Make all of my trouble beautiful
So here are my troubles, make them yours
Make all of my trouble beautiful