Tis hard to see night from day
when eyes are full of tears
that nothing can wipe away
looking up and out
tis faith at hand
but such i see no sight
nor for the night
sweet as day
as i pray
i speak of thee
who stole my heart
tis no way to be
for which we seek
nor not cry
my hand i lay upon my own very grave
asking the lord above
send me wings
so i can fly
high above the love i onced lived.
