The rain is pouring all its fears,
in our eternal journey;
and though we tread in flooding tears,
our eyes can sail the sea.

Tonight our hearts be light
in paths we dare not cross,
tonight though frail and weak of sight
our feats we dare not pause,

But then the rain turns to storm
And hardly we can cross-
Our fires inside will keep as warm
-will never fear our loss.

We, the scriptures of the new
And hardly they can comprehend,
But stay with what you know is true,
The voice inside will send.

Do not fear of growing old
with the fear of growing cold;
for in life, the stories told
were only from the bold.