Yet To Be

I know my finest work is yet to come

And I can see my goldest hour is yet to be sung

I can believe my greatest love is never undone

And I can feel the brightest shining of the warmest

sun



Can you hear the children laughing as they run?

And whole walls tumbling into separate stones again

Can you see one light burning at the edge of the lane?

Can you walk into this like the sweetest rain?



Cause I can see, beyond these hills

Drink in this winter air until I'm filled

And with the bones of this dead city I can rebuild



But if my finest fleet, should never reach the sea

And if my darkest hour still awaits me

If this brief glimmer is all that's meant to be

Then let me walk bravely into open fields



And let me see beyond these hills

Drink in this winter air until I'm filled

And with the bones of this dead city let me rebuild