We walk the narrow path
Beneath the smoking skies
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
Between darkness and light
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we can not
When we can not see
I hear pounding feet in the
In the streets below and the
And the women crying and the
And the children know that there
That there's something wrong
And it's hard to believe that love will prevail
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long
Your tears won't fall forever
When I'm lonely
I lie awake at night
And I wish you were here
I miss you
Can you tell me, is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?