Faith

You know in the darkest hour

How to listen to the grass growing up

You say when the coastline lies awaiting

That they shine like precious threads of pearls.

  

And your house of clay built by the river

Hosts your faith in serendipity

And your house of clay built with your strong arms

Hosts your faith in serendipity.

What I've been waiting for?

You are.

You now.

So I keep caring on

Only hope can be above it all.

Parov Stellar