My love, she turns towards the sun
When I see darkness coming on
She’ll take whatever light there is
Until the last small ray is gone

And doubled there amidst the dark
As I brood on the light that’s been
She waits to open up in praise
For when the sun returns
Again

No one knows the future,
No one really knows tomorrow:
Although, both late and soon, we all
Will face both joy and sorrow

Now, happenstance can be the key
If only we embrace it:
It’s not in what might happen
But our stance, in how we face it