Dark times come as storms in the night
to beat us down more and more like fire
out in the open during such a storm, whose light
flickers when under the rain the coals begin to tire.

You are huddled with me, and I hold you there
knowing there's nowhere safer for you to be
than there with me, in the midst of the cold air
where storms blow and fires cease to leap.

there is a fire there that will never go out, my love,
something they can't take, or stomp out, my dear.
I know you know what it is, since it is in you like a dove
that waits to take off with spirit and no sense of fear!

Let us fly away and be together beyond the storm.
My Love, and your love, will always keep us warm.