Belief

A hard rain may fall and a cruel wind may blow
The moon may be pale and I may never know
The need for silence but I can see hope in the wind in the
rain
Lay belief on me my angel child

The actor and the poet martyr castles carved in sand
Delight and the promise of Eden lay in the touch of your hand
As sweet as sin sweeter still the taste
The way of all flesh lay me to waste
And heaven knows that the meek shall inherit the earth
Lay belief on me my angel child