Press On

I was down in the valley of the shadow of death
Where the passion for life drained like blood from my chest
And it took more then my will just to take a step
When the compass of hope was gone
In a silence so black that i wished for the blues
Every desperate prayer seemed like heaven refused
And some days i found faith just meant tying my shoes
And it was all i could do to press on
Press on, mi amigo
Press on, mon ami
Walk on in the face of the mystery
Though the night hides the light
Through the darkness till dawn
Tie your shoes, my dear friend, and press on
On the ocean so lonesome, i was not left alone
Had some heavyweight friends when my heart was a stone
And they carried the heartache and made it their own
When the currents of sorrow were strong
One said, «I pray your memories will not drag you down
Not be anchors, but treasures of the love that you found.»
And his kind words turned hurt into comfort somehow
And a wind in my sails to press on
Press on, mi amigo
Press on, mon ami
Walk on in the face of the mystery
Though the night hides the light
And the journey is long
Lean on me, my dear friend … and press on
Though the days seem like years