Let the wind blow,
and the rains come,
let the storm clouds gather,
and the thunder roar,
Let the night descend
with it's dark veil,
for we will all be here,
in the first flush of dawn,
bathed in the early morning light
of tomorrow.
We are built for the rough weather,
we are made to ride the angry seas,
we can rise above the torrent
and greet the first morning light
of tomorrow.
So,
steer your little ship,
tight into the gale,
pull hard on the sheets,
and hold the helm lightly
with the confidence
of a seasoned mariner.
Lit your eyes to the East horizon,
and wait,
for the first glow of promise,
the new dawn,
of tomorrow.