Even a moment spent in waiting doesn't go in vain, An honest prayer always bestows something to gain, This consoles my dejected heart, Again and Again. On the path I tread, no destination seems in sight, Yet somehow, walking on it feels gratifying and right. False hopes, I know, are filled in my heart's domain, Yet my hopeful heart believes, they're true and plain. Some day or the other, showers of miracles will rain, This consoles my hopeless heart, Again and Again. Though defeat's shadow has often crossed my path, Yet heart doesn't surrender, and defies its aftermath, Even on desolate lands, where hope may seem afar, Someday the rains do downpour, healing every scar. The strands connecting two hearts never become wane, This consoles my downhearted heart, Again and Again. Even a moment spent in waiting doesn't go in vain, An honest prayer always bestows something to gain, This consoles my desperate heart, Again and Again.