Faith is a stranger, hope a forgotten friend. Yet sorrow rains steady and I’ve not yet learned to swim.
Still, I met Faith once, upon those distant shores. I’ve known Hope before, yet I forgot the face they wore.
Yet still does sorrow rain, tears and screams falling upon my head, the dawn so far from me and I’ve yet to lay myself to bed.
I’ve not yet learned to swim, and still I tire so. This sorrow drags me under, this deep pall I’ve fallen to.
Still I know of faith, and I’ve met hope before, I can’t wait for them to save me, I can’t wait anymore. Still I’m not yet home, away from these troubled seas, and the sun has yet to rise, to dispel my fears and set my sorrow to ease.
If Faith and Hope can save me not, I’ll not wait for nothing, I must solider on. Back bent low, my bones do creak. I’m so weary, I’ve yet to sleep and walking upon this troubled sea is harder than I thought, yet if I fall into those darkened depths it’ll all be for not.
My troubled soul is deep, the waters dark and cruel, I’ve yet to learn to swim yet I’ll not be coward nor a fool. I know not what lies beneath, lurking in my shadows; so I must tread the surface, and beware both wind and rain and troubled depths or be lost to all I know.
For though I’ve known both hope and faith, tis sorrow that leads me home. Tis sorrow that is my guide, my only star at night. I’ll find my way through thick and thin til I’m once more safe and home, til once more I can rest my head and with these weary eyes, see the sun does still rise.
Faith and Hope are waiting, and sorrow is my guide. Life is not but troubled times, and I’ll race against this tide. I’ll find my friend of faith and my joyous face of hope, I’ll let my sorrow fade, that distant voice of youth. This sodden storm will pass, and I will continue on, and the storm will come again, and be weathered once more.
For life is not but misery, its does nothing but break against the rocks. Toss about your little ship and scuttle your faith and hope.
Tis not life for which we live, tis not life for which we hope. We learn and yearn to smile for others and be smiled at so in turn, for Faith and Hope, for all those little things, those stars in stormy skies.
Those things that guide us home, when grim sorrow rides the tide.