There’s a reason we hold on
There’s a reason that we fight
There’s a love that makes us strong
There’s a hand that holds us tight
There are eyes that can see past
The moments laden with disdain
There’s a voice we hear at last
When we’ve labored long in vain
Through the deaf and raging deep
Moments black and thick with fright
There’s a love that does not sleep
There’s a dream that gives us sight
There’s a whisper sweetly spoken
There’s a blanket, soft and warm
That descends when we are broken
There’s new life when we are worn
There’s a hopeful pure sensation
When life’s righteous judgment falls
There’s a joyous inspiration
When life’s duty stiffly calls
There’s a moment rich in hope
Found beyond despair in wait
And when triumph fades from scope
There’s escape from sentenced fate
There is somehow commendation
When we’ve rightly earned disgrace
There is only admiration
In this one accepting face
