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| Prairie Creek Greenway, Platte City, MO |
Broken down again, I’m low
How can I trust in hope
Just tell me I will overcome
Shine some light upon this night
Help me, please this hopelessness
Things will be all right he says
I don’t know how, but this is true
I love you, hold on tight
She’s crying in my feeble arms
I don’t know how to heal these scars
I don’t have much but somehow feel
That things will be all right
I love you. Things’ll be okay.
What promises did I just make?
Yet as I hold her tight to me
I know that saying love is right
Another one has passed on through
His arms are empty and heart is too
There’s no one now, when once there was
What does a mother say
I love you, son, and nothing more
No promises, no other words
Yet such a phrase this young man holds
Gets up, continues on more sure
The only thing, when nothing’s sure
That seems to heal, that seems to cure
And though no promises be heard
I only need those simple words
‘Cause when you say’em the night is gone
My soul can feel the coming dawn
A candle’s light that warms me through
Those words are all I need from you
Days pass by, the light’s high noon
But wasn’t darkness my life’s doom
Trust has brought me through it all
I love you seemed to be the key
They’ve cured it all, it seems, those words
But not from simply being heard
The heart that spoke was shown the path
To greater faith
Like the waves that never cease
Shows all the way to light and peace
Believing in that source
Unlocks the pow’r—that simple phrase
