TO BELIEVE WAVE

With heavy heart I raise my chin
As I see my numbers wearing thin.
The sky hangs low and the light burns dim;
I know not if I sink or swim.
We know not yet what the future brings,
But a bird's still a bird without its wings.
Each day, each day is a curious thing;
If I can't take flight then inside I'll sing.
My mind is clogged, my chest clings tight;
Young faces turn to me in fright.
With no clear ending now in sight
I hold my children close at night.
We know not yet what the future brings,
But a bird's still a bird without its wings.
Each day, each day is a a curious thing
If I can’t take flight, then inside I'll sing

Behind closed doors, my spirit wanes
Still the sun shines bright through the windowpane
And my voice rides high though my heart is strained
While my hopes run dry, my strength remains