I hear the roaring of the sea.
I feel the boisterous wind,
And the waves are relentless.
But the lighthouse is not far.
Where were you before this ship wreck?
Or Is it all a dream?
Perhaps any moment now
Your eyes will open
And you will know bliss?
The sound of the boat
Sinking slowly to the bottom,
The rain drops on your face,
No! it is not a mirage.
But so is the light that pierce the darkness before you.
The lighthouse is not far.
Swimming you will,
Win you will.
It may not be today
It may not be tomorrow;
But soon you will find me
Calling out your name !
I will illuminate your path
I will find the strength and you will
Find your way ashore.
