Through storm and shadow, where the wild winds wail,
A voice resounds, both tender and profound,
“For lo,” it speaks, “no distance shall prevail,
My steady hand in yours is ever found.”
The ages turn, the heavens shift and sway,
Yet still this vow endures beyond the skies,
A light to guide through dusk of fleeting day,
A flame unquenched in mortal hearts that rise.
When earth grows weary, crumbling to its end,
And stars dissolve in silence, vast and deep,
This pledge remains—my soul shall not transcend
Beyond your reach, nor break the watch I keep.
So fear no close, no boundless dark unfurled,
I’m with you always, to the end of world.