When the rain stops falling
or the wind halts its run
when the sun stops its calling
or the moon has no more fun
that is the day time will stop
the world will no longer spin
when the stars of the sky are soon to drop
and it seems like the winner is sin
Everything has gone dark
Everything is now sad
Not a sound, not a bark
the world is like an apple turned bad
it is rotten
it is old
like wet cotton
freezing cold
life is all the above
life is gone
when peace was the dove
it was gone before dawn

then a sound in the silence
a trumpet in the night
a tear drop of radiance
roaring with light
life is anew
the dove has returned
the diamonds of dew
and death...
has been burned