Can you hear our King's cry and live with His broken soul?
And think love tears apart all wrong under great hells dreamy eyes
Will you run when all mountains crash around the hearth of His severe light
So we can call another in great comfort of heaven's cry,
Until bitterness are nevermore, will you serve in honor and love His sound power?
Can you free the thoughts of rage and live amongst the clouds of redemption?
Will you be that dream our voices cry in that of symphony we we live in paradise?
And think with us as death sings, our hearts awoken in sublime will forever rhyme.
So when we fall on our knees the great prayer and love, we stab no art and live in faith.
Until blood burns in all it's convictions, will you fight the storms at heaven's pearly gates?
Can you be my friend and wild resound love so freely?
And breathe hope so faithfully across the milky skies of love?
Will you hang on the dues of the morning onto thoughts of glorious halls?
So we can remember and reason our sweet lullabies of past tears and fears,
Until bells ring no more in time, and we forever so clearly can dance at destiny's call.
