It's written in the vastness of the sky,
heroic signs that glimmer like the stars;
And stories old--and told--that signify,
each fortune won and lost within the hours.

Look closer as the trees lose all their buds,
and wither in a night which never ends;
Autumnal forces energize then wilt,
like shadows of a heart that cannot mend.

Seasons fly with sudden windswept tears,
and revive the days once long--then brief--then long;
We gather strength to fight the weary hours,
recalling summer's breath in perfect dawn.

Come hear the angels singing at the door,
sent by the moon to penetrate our souls;
Sweet freedom flows within their heavenly song,
and creates another place where we are whole,

And with the guiding hand of Nature's Will,
we wander through the lanes of childhood's ways;
An ever-changing world before us now,
releases memories of struggling through the maze.