I know you are afraid, my dear,
and right you are to be.
I know the world has not been kind;
I've seen what you have seen.
But I am not the world,
for I am only one;
Yes, I have seen the moon set sail
to chase the setting sun.
The sun, he rises every night
to face the darkness black,
and it continues to return,
and still, he rises back.
And so should you still rise again
quite like the faithful sun
for in the dark, you light my way,
and you're my only one.
Could you believe in love again?
Could you have faith in me?
Could you believe that I will rise?
Would you set sail to me?