It's your oldest fear
That the love you can hear will go
It's a deafening sound
We become light on the ground, then soil
To be one with the sky
Where the souls all collide
Turn to gold
We are ready
We are stars to be seen
In the meadows we are dreams
To be free
Where we bow heads to pray
We are echoes God creates
In the shade
Where the light can't come in
Breath comes the wind
In the tree
We are seen (x2)
All are welcome in (x4)