When Comes The Dawn...

On every heart, some rain must fall.
In every heart, there must be sorrow
At least sometimes—
True love grows dim, but it grows brighter with tomorrow.
And as we go through life, each change
Can break us down, or make us stronger.
But you have made it worth the change;
So I'll hold on against the dawn...

I lived in fear before you came
That life would fly, and none would need me.
But I am needed in your eyes;
You give a love that's unreceding.
Though there are times we crash like clouds,
Also like clouds, our storms pass over;
And what you've meant to me is life—
So I'll hold on against the dawn...

Your hands are thoughtful, like your eyes;
You give me warmth without pretenses.
You are my equal in my eyes,
And in your eyes, am I your equal—
And like a song, your words flow smooth;
But in your anger fly like lightning,
To lay me low when I am wrong:
But you are just, so I'll hold on...

You bear no malice for me,
You understand my thoughtless nature.
You know the thorny paths I've been,
And that I'm blind when fraught with anger.
And like the summer cools with time
To the cool, thoughtfulness of autumn,
You know I meant you love, no harm—
And that I'll think of you tomorrow...

I hope with time, these tears of pain
Will turn to tears of joy, not sorrow.
But for a time, these masks of pain
Will be the faces we must borrow.
For you were hurt, for I was wrong—
But love, my pride looms like a mountain!
I only hope you can hold on;
And love me still, when comes the dawn.