God of ages has called me to the Second Mile,
To walk with my sisters through the Valley.
I pray for the strength and the good courage to continue the walk.
To be there in the darkness, to be there in the light,
The Second Mile is to be there.
Where has the little girl gone?
The one who hides among the shadows of
my mind.
Where has the little girl gone?
The one who hides her tears in secret—
Where has the little girl gone?
The one who hides her fears beneath her heart—
Where has the little girl gone?
The one who slips in and out of life—
Where has the little girl gone?
Into the snowy winter morning light,
You awaken my heart with a song of love.
In the springtime, your butterflies surround me with your love.
In the summer, I soar on your clouds of joy.
In the autumn, your colors fall on me.
