I forgot how much rain feels like my tears,
A little pools in melancholy on,
My lip and dreads to line my beard though stays.
It is a hazy tear on dreamy eves,
Caught in a flash of headlights Perlan tear,
All movement and so coming mist in brief,
Like iron wool and shards of glass at once.

Penguin party between the stone,
All flocking to the sandy arches,
Their Palace laced with gold and symbol,
Ornate echoes from the deep texture of time.

Great passion of my soul,
You pluck the strings of my depths,
So my song is more beautiful than my own,
In the night, chaos and obscurity,
Your wisdom commands me,
Through my heart I know instruction,
To dwell on your face, to dwell on your face!

You have my lot, Lord have it all,
My unbelief will not stand long,
For I know my redeemer lives.