When the sun calls they will fly
for all that are made of stars
will look up to the heavens
then by grace fade slowly to dust

There be no screams of dismay
for death is a numbing thing
it masks it's intent
with words of comfort

When starlight stands
there be one liken to you
he or she will hold out a hand
so grab it and believe if you can

For some are here to serve you
protect you from hell on earth
to the glory of God they pray
to when starlight stands again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris