Faith

You know

in the darkest hour

how to listen to the grass growing up.

You say

when the coastline lights are waving

that they shine like precious threads of pearls

and your house of clay

built by the river

hosts your faith in serendipity

and your house of clay

built with your strong arms

hosts your faith in serendipity

what I've been waiting for, you are, you are...

you know...

so i keep carrying on...

so i keep carrying on...

only hope can be above it all... above it all...