How can I hold fear,
how can sadness dim the day
when I step into the beauty of this
gleaming new dawn?
The fulcrum of the Earth tilts
toward goodness and I will
ride along, drinking deep the hours,
worshiping as if this were my
last chance.
How can I hold fear,
how can sadness dim the day
when I step into the beauty of this
gleaming new dawn?
The fulcrum of the Earth tilts
toward goodness and I will
ride along, drinking deep the hours,
worshiping as if this were my
last chance.