Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

Just above our terror, the stars painted this storyin perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too oftenabused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

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.

On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.--from The Light, That Never Dies