What owns beauty more than this beacon of hope?
what more glorious? more divine...

Denied by right
yet pain is brought...

The three words that bared my soul
for so long you held them dear...

The truth be brought upon,
so by the end we may have won...

Let us cleverly disguise this truth from our eyes,
that half truths are still lies...

This sacred darkness will leave us soon
and we will return to light...

I may have held your heart
and i might have been your world...

There must be something to fight for,
Or we would not be here...

Without the truth,
there'd be no lies...

The words before my eyes,
never do they change...

Silently we fail, never ask for help, no one needs...

Sweet Angels' voice I hear
Father's presence hovers near...