She spills over a moonlit sky
Washing ashore to greet anew
She gives new sight to people blind
Enlisting hope where there are few
I run, I rise, to reach her line of sight
She reads my eyes, welcoming my heart's fright
The glory of her lasting light
Won't fall to waste, I'll see it through
(Improvisation)
(I) drift to moons that trust in her
Praying for what is real and right
For all that's wrong she'll find a cure
Supreme Madonna cloaked in white
We run, we rise, to watch her flame ignite
We greet her eyes, taking on our hearts' strife
The warmth of her lasting life
Won't fall to waste, we'll see it through
Won't fall to waste, we'll see it through
