The Turning Page

Strong, strong
My roots go deep
I stand and bow and sway

Bold, bold
I stand and fight
And win another day

Weary, weary
But can not rest
I dare not close my eyes

Alone, alone
I dare not fail
Too much depends on me

Falling, falling
Crashing down
When will I be free

Blackness moves
And fear reproves
No trace of hope and faith

Believe, believe
What does it prove?
I have not strength to pray

Beyond, beyond
This door of mine
Another dream awaits

Calling, calling
The darkness fades
Your voice brings my fate

I walk the night
I dream the day
From whence comes my reprieve?

Flying, flying
In your claim I rest
And in your arms, I breathe