My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control
I wish that you become the light I hold
so I may see and find my faithful soul
and though I know that I wont feel your touch
I still wish you become my guiding light
just like the stars above so bright as such
to aid my steps from getting lost at night
And when I’m frozen down with racing thoughts
that drive me mad so closer to the edge
I still want you to be this light - the source
that thaws my mind and helps me calmly pledge
that I,my lord, love you with all my heart
regardless if you don’t become the light I want
