Through the walls, they made their mud piesHappy to laugh and worried to cryIf only these mud pies would go fix it all---A little ray of sunshine and a little storminga little pickle and a little cries fallingthere's nothing that we can't confess there's nothing we cannot bring life to without the maker of lightKeep the ball rolling, keep making the piesKeep drawing your dreams down so that they might flyso that they might flyLet God hear that cry....