Anticipation grows as the day grows cold
Desperation builds over the old
Moving from the left to right over and over again
Finding the middle is when we truly begin
Seeking the truth behind all the lies
A life filled with sorrow while learning to fly
Words are empty it’s actions that count
As we come together the force does mount
Feeling sorrow for her as she lies in the dust
Being exiled from Heaven what a bust
United our desire to feel her pain
Will indeed raise her in joy all the same
Bringing those that feel here sorrows deep with in
Bountiful joys, revealing there's none else but him
