O' Heavens Gate
above me as you stay
heed my call of pain
As I sit and pray.

'Tis life that broke me,
with hellish pain unforgotten.
'Tis life that stranded me
and let my soul be broken.

That beautiful crystal,
that shone with the brightest of lights,
was crushed to smithereens
before disappearing out of sight.

Oh, it disappeared,
never again to be seen,
yet in its place there remained
A bright everlasting sheen.

It shone light
into the darkness of my soul,
A light that expells
whatever may be foul.

For it is hope that keeps us,
however sane we might be.
It is hope that keeps us alive,
in a world filled with treachery.