When the dragons grow too mighty To slay with pen or sword,

When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword,
I grow weary of the battle
And the storm I walk toward.
When all around is madness
And there's no safe port in view,
I long to turn my path homeward
To stop a while with you.

When life becomes as bare
And as cold as winter skies,
There's a beacon in the darkness,
In a distant pair of eyes.
In vain to search for honor
And in vain to search for truth,
But these things can still be given,
Your love has shown me through.
-- Neil Peart, Rush