I Shall Not Complain

I see a boy walk in from the wilderness

His hair is soaked in rainwater

His eyes are flashing with the fear of the angels

He found them in the trees

I see a girl, sat by the waterfall

She's stitching beams of light through buttonholes in the sky

She starts a crippled ballet dance to bring the rain

But now, as the lightning flashes

We sail into the storm

Take hold, hold of her reins, and start to climb away

With blinding grace, she sails through the storm clouds

Dancing on the waves that she brings

Take hold, hold of her reins, and start to climb away

With blinding grace, she sails through the storm clouds

Dancing on the waves that she brings