I'm beginning to see it,
the light in my path;
it blind the shadows,
the shadows of wrath.
She fights the sorrow,
and she is light;
I am the borrower,
and She is the bright.
She's always been there,
She'll be there to the end;
Why do I question,
"Why won't she leave me at the bend?"
I know the answer,
yet I'm too stubborn to see it;
It's because she loves me,
because she wants to commit.
