Surely sunlight will come with the dawn,
But will I last to see it break the night?
Or will my final breath be drawn
Before the healing of that glorious sight?

Oh how I fight, for you, dear one,
Thrashing against unseen foes
Whose suffocating presence, whose woes,
Diminish to a dream memories of the sun.

Darling, I will sing you a lullaby,
Though I tremble at darkness as you, as a child.
When I fear that all is lost, when I can no longer cry,
I will comfort you with a melody mild.

My child, I pray for you that your mother would be strong,
That the deep black of night would not swallow her song.
She needs a soft tune as much as you do.
A child, I pray, for a swaddling light in the dark and deep,
For a suckling of peace, for arms to rock me to sleep.
This mother cannot keep this child without You.