All this night running loud
I hear the whispers I hear the shouts.
And though they never cry for help...
But tell me how do I say?
I woke up and it was yesterday.
Do I again face this night?
Guiding Light. Guiding Light
Guiding thru these nights.
Do we part like the seas? The roaring shell...
The drifting of the leaves...
It's seen before but it's always new.
So look close and see who's come thru.
Never again to face this night
Guiding Light, Guiding Light
Guiding thru these nights.