A little light. A little love.
In the twelve seconds of darkness.
All the good. All of the bad.
What's it that I'm looking for?
What have you done with the joy,
it seems as though you have lost it.
What happened to your smile,
has the wind perhaps stolen it?
You will go on, although you no longer know
How to fight in the face of such weariness.
You will go on, although it hurts to breathe.
You will go on. Even if you no longer know why.
Who knows if what I'm looking for
exists in twelve seconds of darkness.
What have you done with the light,
it seems as though you have lost it.
What happened to your dreams,
has the wind perhaps stolen them?
You will go on, although you no longer know
How to shout out in the face of such weariness.
You will go on, although it hurts to feel.
You will go on. Even if you can no longer see.
A little light. A little love.
In the twelve seconds of darkness.
All the good. All of the bad.
What's it that I'm looking for?