so when will it stop being easy to find
the stories I keep in the back of my mind
the words I have gathered with both of my hands
connected on strings to the person I am

a song I could sing for the rest of my days
and carry with me when I go to the grave  
for so many questions I’ve nothing to show
my curious nature has proven it so

the anchors I’ve honored are floating again
they’re nothing but dust to the oceans and rain
the water is heavy and so is the sand
all I want to do is find hope where I stand

**just wait for the silence and trust I am near
find rest in the stillness until I appear
in light of this moment let troubles to pass
there’s nothing My Love for you cannot outlast