Surely I've felt love's embrace
fallen under its spell
but was it even ever real?
who can tell?

Does it plant like a seed and stay?
in the sun
to sing,
to sway.

From seed, to sap, to stem
to blossom
bright,
and brave;

for hope,
for truth,
to save

A world, so dark,
depraved.

To forever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever fight for faith?

Or with first rain would it wash away?