When the Colour Runs Out
- When the colour runs out, only leaving structure,
When a blow to your pride removes all sense of rapture;
This is the time to hang on
To be the one God can depend on. - When the humour runs out and friends turn sour and spiteful,
When believing is pain, not comforting and rightful,
This is the time to hang on,
To be the one God can depend on.