When the dragons grow too mighty, To slay with pen or sword I grow weary of the battle, And the storm I walk toward When all around is madness, And there's no safe port in view I long to turn my path homeward, To stop a while with you...
When life becomes as barren, And as cold as winter skies, There's a beacon in the darkness In a distant pair of eyes In vain to search for honor, In vain to search for truth But these things can still be given: Your love has shown me proof