I don't think you had in mind
when you set my city on a hill
for it's walls to be built up to keep the light in
brick on brick i'm building still
but the moon still shines
the stars seem brighter
i see you through the haze
so i remain unfazed
I don't think you were intending
when you pitched this tent you call your home
for it to be a place always in need of mending
with a bed as cold as stone
My roof caved in, the weight of unbelief and
my eyes half closed, my vision getting weak and
still i see you
i know you'll never fade
so i am not afraid