Fortune favours every man, if only he'd look
Around,
See not with your eyes, but with your heart,
From the sky down to the ground.
Every night trapped in darkness, is followed
By a day of majesty's light,
So battle on with your depression, and may
You win the fight.
No hand that I could offer, could guide you
Back to home,
I'm afraid the very worst of all, is that you're
On your own.
But do not give up sight, on things that still
Might be,
Something good is yet to come, if only you
Would believe.
The candle is aflame, the time of choice
Has come,
Will you cling to your spirits shadow, or
Come back to the sun,
If you choose to stay, my gift shall be
A tear.
But every night I kneel and pray that the
Road may yet become clear
