I said , What about my eyes God said , Keep them on the road I said , What about my passion God said , Keep it burning I said , What about my heart God said , Tell me what you hold inside it
Sometimes You hear a voice Through the door calling you As a fish out the water Hears the waves Come back , Come back This turning toward what You deeply love saves you
Maybe not today Or tomorrow Or even in a year But eventually Things will turn up You will get better and Be able to look back And say with relief I made it ...