Each night may whisper cruelest fears,
Yet dawn will come to dry the tears.
The road is long, the climb is steep,
But faith will hold where feet may weep.

The stars still burn in unseen skies,
A beacon bright for seeking eyes.
No shadow stays, no doubt can last,
For light was always unsurpassed.

So walk ahead, though cold winds call,
And trust the dawn beyond it all.