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 theres no safe port in view
I long to turn my path homeward

To stop a while with you

When life becomes so 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 order
In vain to search for truth
But these things can still be given
Your love has shown me proof