I have heard the prayer has reached the sky
While my words linger on my lips
And my dreams refuse to die

Have you heard of the Voice,
That calls you at Night?
As It decends to the lowest sky,
Asking what and not a single why

It says, Ask Me and I shall give
Want from Me, and you shall receive

Then to You, my prayer is this:
As Your light pierces my heart at Your will
And time is Your slave, pleated at Your command
I pray flow the void only You can fill

You bent the light of the sun,
You stop time and cause stars to be born

The All-Hearing, You have heard me
Let it be,
Please, let it be.