When the light is weak and ailing
The clouds a shroud for your slow unsteady heartbeat
The best you can do is to find the lines in the sky
And then you will know that there is a road for you to walk.
You can navigate by the storm and the pale pale sun
Eyes above, not on the dusty earth below
It may lead you astray awhile, but it will be beautiful
And you will get there, eventually.