I’ve heard songs

The kind that sing the hope we need is all wrong

Love is only waiting for the downfall

The darkness of the turning of the world

That’s on the one hand

Others say we’re living in the promised land

They turn their eyes away from all the bad men

The sorrow and the evil all around

In the witching hour

When all the eyes of my doubt peer through the darkness

And I can’t light a fire in my soul

To keep the wolves away, you say

All will be well, all will be well, all will be well

Though you don’t see it now

All will be well and all manner of things will be well

All will be well somehow

I’ve been low

The kind of hurt you feel down in your bones

And how you come to bear it

Only Heaven knows

How you break the siege upon your mind

On the firing line

With all the blood in my eyes

And all the darkness

And I can’t light a fire in my heart

And all the wolves are closing in

All will be well…

Don’t let ‘em beat you down

All will be well and all manner of things will be well

All will be well somehow

I’ve heard songs

Despairing, they barely sing at all

I tell you, I believe that they are dead wrong

I’ll sing until my lungs don’t have the power

In the final hour

When all the eyes of my doubt peer through the darkness

No I will not go gentle in that night

you’ll roll the wolves away like shadows in the light

all will be well, all will be well, all will be well

Let out the glory sound

All will be well and all manner of things will be well

All will be well somehow