Be still my heart,
the old man cried.
Bring forth the memories
I thought were gone.
Re-kindle this life,
with the dreams last.
Show the way. Escape the night,
past all the moon light rays.
Being all there is
the end of all days.
Be still my heart,
the old man cried.
Bring forth the memories
I thought were gone.
Re-kindle this life,
with the dreams last.
Show the way. Escape the night,
past all the moon light rays.
Being all there is
the end of all days.