I've got my own moral compass to steer by

A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky

And all the preaching voices -

Empty vessels of dreams so loud

As they move among the crowd

Fools and thieves are well disguised

In the temple and market place



Like a stone in the river

Against the floods of spring

I will quietly resist



Like the willows in the wind

Or the cliffs along the ocean

I will quietly resist



I don't have faith in faith

I don't believe in belief

You can call me faithless

I still cling to hope

And I believe in love

And that's faith enough for me



I've got my own spirit level for balance

To tell if my choice is leaning up or down

And all the shouting voices

Try to throw me off my course

Some by sermon, some by force

Fools and thieves are dangerous

In the temple and market place



Like a forest bows to winter

Beneath the deep white silence

I will quietly resist



Like a flower in the desert

That only blooms at night

I will quietly resist