In the end no one cries all alone.

When a life flickers out like a light.

When the Sun comes the soul finds its home.



There is hope for the forgotten soul.

Even death cannot ***** out one’s might.

In the end no one cries all alone.



We are born into darkness. I know

that our lives are made up of the night.

When the sun comes the soul finds its home.



We could never make light on our own,

But the savior has come shining bright.

In the end no one cries all alone.



As a trumpet sounds from the unknown,

On that day when our lord holds us high.

When the Sun comes the soul finds its home.



Calls of vic’try resound from the throne.

As our savior steps down robed in white.

In the end no on cries all alone.

When the Son comes the soul finds its home.