Where do you go when the birds don’t sing,
the sun doesn’t shine and it rains all the time?
Where do you go?

What do you feel when warmth can’t be found,
life’s abundant fruit is ice and pain abounds?
What do you feel?

Who will you be when sorrow thrives,
fear flourishes and the soul becomes dry?
Who will you be?

Why does he stay when I turn away
from the sound of his voice and the hope of his radiance?
Why does he stay?