“You can spend your whole life buildin’
Somethin’ from nothin’
One storm can come and blow it all away….
Build it anyway.”
Away had gone the light;
Dark and barren has been
the night.
Bitter cold the frost;
A stinging reminder of
all that was lost.
This house was built
with love;
With blessing from
above.
Now still as the grave;
Empty as a cave.
Yet I remember the words
spoken:
“even though this is a
very dark hour, remember that even at midnight, the sunrise is only hours away.”
I treasure them like a
golden token.
I look in hope towards
the day,
I build it anyway.
I build it anyway.
