And sheepishly abode,

It cried to me fear not young one,

The tale is not untold.

And through my pain and sadness,

I cried a happy tear.

And though I cannot see you,

I know that you are here.

Thus did light appear to me,

Calling from within.

Bursting from within me,

To wash away the sin.

I feel no more the pain and sorrow,

Dampening my lungs.

To try this splendid life before me,

Fear not this song unsung.

And so his loathing splendor,

Set aside his awful rage.

And he took me by the arm,

And he told me turn the page.

As long forgotten light,

Settled in my beating heart.

I cry to thee "yee merciful,