I sense your presence by the side of the room,
I see you're wounded by the light of the moon,
You have been weeping, your eyes are aglow,
I sense a sadness in you way down below
I know you're tossing like a cork on the tide,
I know you're sleeping with a thorn in your side,
I know you're living on a prayer and a word,
I bet you're wondering when your prayer will be heard
You will find a way, I cannot say how,
If I knew I would have told you by now
Someday, sister, you won't have to worry,
You won't have to work, you won't have to hurry,
Your light will be lit, your prayer will be met,
So don't go breaking down on me, just yet
You see a darkness at the end of the day,
Like a tempest at the edge of the bay,
Your faith is shaken, but it is whole,
I keep a vigil for you down in my soul.
You will come on home, I cannot say when,
But someday soon we both will be there again,
One day, sister, the world will be right,
You won't have to stress, you won't have to fight
The bed it is made, the table is set,
So don't go breaking down on me, just yet
God has his reasons, and we'll never know
Why it is that he must toy with us so,
I tell you one thing his loving is true,
I ought to know it brought me to you.
One day sister, your work will be done,
You won't have to race, you won't have to run,
It has been written, so you never forget,
Don't go breaking down on me just yet.