Sit with me and tell me once again   Of the story that's been told us   Of the power that will hold us   Of the beauty, of the beauty   Why it matters      Speak to me until I understand   Why our thinking and creating   Why our efforts of narrating   About the beauty, of the beauty   And why it matters      Like the statue in the park   Of this war torn town   And it's protest of the darkness   And the chaos all around   With its beauty, how it matters   How it matters      Show me the love that never fails   The compassion and attention   Midst confusion and dissention   Like small ramparts for the soul   How it matters      Like a single cup of water   How it matters