Will the wind blow cold?
Whatever comes our way
on that faithful day

Will I have seen it all
feeling no regrets?
Will my life have to fall?

Will the skys morn in grey?
Frozen earth and forgotten trees
We'll all be in a deep freeze

Will my life be grow fair
Without love that's a morning dove
flying away somewhere?

During the renaissance
will we have a response
Who will be there to taunt?
To rule and to voice
will we be left to rejoice
or is their something else we want?