Who ever told the sun to wake And who ever told the moon To clutch the sea? Did the sun ever say back Master I refuse to shine? Did the moon ever refuse To change the tides?
What does that say for me?
Have I ever found myself in your favor Or was it just a temporary covering? And, when the seas become calm And the winds have all been settled Will I still see your love?
Will it slowly fade away Like candle light at dusk? Or, will you be the lighthouse On the hillside that Guides our every move?
I'd love nothing more than To pull up my roots and replant Myself in much richer grounds Shed the dead limbs and re-grow new
When it all fades And darkness overcomes us Will you still be there?
