Sunrise in our hearts
For souls with withered wings
A trail of truths denied
As others of us sing

We know not he is dead
With love he made us born
Like whispers in his mind
Our lives he made our forms

He asks us to be close
And that we give our best
So others will behold
Until we’re put to rest

Begin again your peace
With eyes so open wide
No slaying of the sheep
Can make our love deny

We sit upon his word
Like stones upon his feet
When truths cannot be found
Until we’re put to sleep