I thought I had a dreamer's heart
from the night I met the summer stars
I carried a wonder and a wander
from my heaven to hell out yonder

And if in fact no devil's plan
had laid the trap by their hand
and called to question all I knew
and broke with storms my sky blue

I may have held the course laid true
and been a saint in all I do
Yet providence did intervene
to crush the flesh and that dream

For without crosses and without pain
A boy shall never, his paradise regain
What is saved that isn't truly lost?
Why fight the world for an easy cause?

Let the seed of dark here be found
and all its roots brought to ground
and cultivate a deeper drink
in a soil on the very brink

As lights disperse in skies that bleed
Hope holds on where fears recede
and all these winters someday thaw
on broken nerves, weary and raw

From the ruins of unheard words
A new story shall emerge
and then the moral will ring out
at the triumph over doubt

and all the broken roads
shall indeed converge
in a symphony of synchrony
beyond all words