We mourn the loss, that hand of light
Who guards us from the falling night
Who wishes for sleep
To save the day
Yet in the sun
Shall ever stay.
He walks among us
For us, of us
Who lives to serve
Yet is above us
Gentle angel
Saves with death
Saves all life
With his breath.
Hardened stone to keep his fight
His war for all that's good and right
But water hides beneath,
A stream
His heart is crushed,
His hope,
His dream.
He mourns inside but will not cry
His love is gone, he wants to die.
But he will not sleep
And there will be no day.
Until darkness is gone,
His blade will stay.
Then-
A deadly clash of silver steel
A scream whose echo mocks all that's real
The white flag plunged
Into the hill
The raven's cry,
And all is still.
And so he leaves us, pure and true
The sun rising, the day anew
With one swift plunge of the knife
Joy amounting in his eye
He gives us freedom with his life,
And meets his love up in the sky.
