Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.

If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.