At times when discord troubles sleep
and life has lost concordant tone,
as katydids sing through the night,
I know that I am not alone.

Though clouds draw drapes across the sky
and block the North Star from my sight,
I know that I am not alone
as neath the clouds still shines the light.

When vacant space is all I find
where constellations once have shone,
as neath the clouds still shines the light,
I know that I am not alone.

Though doubts are planted in the dark,
when met with faith they lose their might.
I know that I am not alone
as katydids sing through the night.