The stillness of an endless night,
as faith and hope fade out of sight.
Time does not wait for us to grieve,
come the morn the night will leave.

With the dawn remain memories,
sadness whispers in warm breeze.
They say that time is our friend,
with it the roughest day shall end.

How do we hold on to that hope,
to let time pass so we may cope.
Dwell in darkness before the dawn,
when it seems like all hope is gone.

We die a thousand times each day,
when broken hearts come to stay.
So many reasons hearts shatter,
pain engulfs, nothing will matter.

Tribulation rains down upon,
mountains to high to see beyond.
Face each new day come what may,
soon our sad times will fade away.