It\'s the night after in sleepy Valley, everything is quite.
No nocturnal\'s scampering, no bird riots
Only crickets do I hear, or is it ringing in my ears?
Forty past midnight: thinking of failure;
The paradox: joy for fear;
That\'s what leads me on.
It isn\'t always clear, do I fool myself?
But still you lead me on...
Was I a failure: I saw laughter, without a tear.
Softly, softly, I must tread:
Keeping you near.
A sheep, not a goat.
Forgive me once, Forgive me twice, seventy times seven.
I am only flesh and blood, you rule from heaven.
Don\'t rebuke me in your hot displeasure, give me another try...
My joy is to to worship you, without you, I should die.
Hold my hand as I stumble, carry me through. .
Your the Father to the son, my life is held by you.