Who will climb the night breeze to see time pass
Keep the minutes safe in their mind
Pursue heaven in the spirit of a looking glass
Suspended above, a world unkind

Who will take to wing and gently rise above
Everything for which they yearn
To fulfill the promise made by a dove
Then live by the lessons learned

Who will always pursue what others try to elude
With head high but never aloof
Be silently attentive in all they conclude
Hold to hope, without any proof

Who will hang high up on the moon to sing
Until the sun reappears in the sky
Sending hope into a world unkind with a ring
That echoes from their voice on high