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 there's no safe port in view

I long to turn my path homeward

to stop awhile with you.

When life becomes as barren

and as cold winter skies

there's a beacon in the darkness

in a distant pair of eyes

in vain to search for honor

and in vain to search for truth

but these things can still be given

your love has shown me proof.