When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword
I grow weary of the battle

And the storm I walk toward
When all around is madness
And there's no safe port in view

I long to turn my path homeward
To stop a while with you


When life becomes as barren
And as cold as winter skies
There's a beacon in the darkness

In a distant pair of eyes
In vain to search for honor
In vain to search for truth

But these things can still be given
Your love has shown me proof