Feathers fall beneath it all
Solemnly darkness and light
Among withered threads it calls
Secretly now comes the night
Broken bands and bonds of late
Beaten and lain on the floor
New ties found teathered to fate
Angels are never to soar
Sorrow wrought upon the face
And hatred within the arm
Peace had no reign, blackened lace
Yet heart it never could harm
Saints will forever sadly mourn
Forsake tears in the eye of the storm
