There is a memory that’s hidden deep inside of me.
One that’s never gone away, and it’s always there at the end of the day.
I see the light and I squint my eyes, wanting more of this precious lore:
something that was told to me, when I was young; something that has become a mystery since it was first sung.
This light in my eyes has since faded from that day, and the joy within my bones has left me to decay.
This lore so old, this song and rhyme, have never left this mind of mine.
I seek this joy that since has left, this hidden peace that’s given me rest.
I don’t know why, for these twenty long years, I’ve not lost hope of curing my fears.
I wish I could say that it all gets better, that this joy and peace comes running in and cures all that is bitter.
While there are days as dark as night, I will turn my eyes, my heart, into the Light.
This joy that comes from You alone, can only cure this hurting home.
While I seek the light, the joy, the peace, I will rest with Your hope in my sight.
You’re the one who sets me free, for you alone make the Darkness flee.