Hope is alight in the darkest of spots
When all is disfigured and breathing’s for naught
When hearts are found dying and eyes are scarce dry
I tell you, morose thing—look up to the sky.
The cool breeze will whisk you to planets afar
Where sunshine melts daydreams along with the stars
Where heartbreak is absent and laughter is clear
My darling, I’ll sit and I’ll wait for you here.
Till you see the skyline meets earth at the bend
That tears are not endless when you have a friend
That daydreams are final, essential for all
And God blesses those who are willing to fall.