When the morning dawn is darker
than the darkest moment of the night
and you don't exactly know
whether to run like hell or simply fight.
When the sun has lost her warmth
and stars don't glitter,
coffee tastes like rubbish
and all the rest seems bitter.
Listen to the wind howling through that massive oak
and hear the words they never spoke
but echo within you like a magic spark
... always follow your heart.
Hear the song of the child you've forgotten about
singing clearly, perhaps off-key ... but always loud
about the only way out of the dark
... always follow your heart.