Sydney says that nothing is "just" anything She doesn't like to use the word when she prays I guess trusting is the hardest part of having faith It's dangerous to hope that things will be okay Well maybe fog and fear keep our eyes from seeing clear I think Sydney could be right, she could be right But if the stars that shine are in any way a sign I think someone's out there putting up a fight Someone's right here holding us tonight Frederick rarely hears the voice of God He says the silence is the answer most of all When the world has explanations for every miracle How else would we have ears to hear him call? It's not a steady rain, it's more a longing or a pain It's in the aching that he knows there's something more Well I have never heard even a single spoken word except the rhythm of a wave upon the shore Like watching dancers through a crack in the door Well my grandpa says commitment is the key to love Fifty years of sometimes twilight, sometimes dawn He says there were the years he wasn't sure about But the love he chose was worth the pressing on Well I'm a river's flow, some days I'm fast some days I'm slow I think Grandpa could be right, he could be right Some days I fill the edges, then I'm shallow and pretentious It all depends upon the rain I got that night I should never base my faith upon my sight I must decide where I am flowing, decide where I am going So when I'm full of deep unknowing I'll still see When the silence gets accusing, when I'm winning or I'm losing Does a**urance come from choosing to believe? If the stars that shine are in any way a sign I think someone's out there putting up a fight Someone's right here holding us tonight Someone must be shining down that moonlight