a the water frothed,
and the un did go,
the dark brought forth a tear,
i at up high,
upon my rock,
no one would ee me here.
when all i lot,
i tare ala,
and liten to the ocean prayer,
you mut liten cloe,
her word are oft,
yet, they are alway there.
he know how you pain,
when the light i gone,
and the dark tell you lie,
he ay to you,
that no matter what,
the un will alway rie.
and when it come,
it pierce the horizon,
howing the dark no fear,
for the light come every day,
each morning,
to dry up that fallen tear.