I would not be the sun to end your night, Nor would I be the wall to turn your tears. But I will watch with you until it's light. Because there are no words to set things right Nor hopes that one immersed in mourning hears, I would not be the sun to end your night,
Offering a wisdom far too bright To soothe your pain or put to rest your fears. But I will watch with you until it's light.
There must be time to grieve that sorrow might Be equal to the love of days and years. I would not be the sun to end your night.
For grief, before it breaks, must reach its height, And tides must turn before one homeward steers. But I will watch with you until it's light.
There are agonies no friendship can requite, A bitterness unstained till dawn appears. I would not be the sun to end your night. But I will watch with you until it's light.
