Soon the skies will open,
And our home will probably be lit,
And we will dance in our living room barefoot,
Clean from the darkness that has visited the world.
Soon we will run into the water again, like children,
without fear, without heat or cold,
And a spark shall creep before your eyes,
Evidence that we have returned from what was.
Soon you will raise your hands,
That does not mean that you surrender,
You are finally free,
Like that time you told me,
"There is a Great God, that watches over us from there,"
There are the things that we forget,
They will continue to beat, Only at a new pace,
Like that time you told me,
"There is a Great God, That watches over you and I."
Soon a skyline will reveal,
In colors of orange and white,
And when the sun rises and sets,
We will capture the moment, Only in our eyes.
And maybe even come back to ourselves,
We’ll understand that there is no meaning to the pursuit,
And words will come back to affect,
Like they always have affected,
Before our hearts fall asleep.
Soon you will raise your hands,
That does not mean that you surrender,
You are finally free,
Like that time you told me,
"There is a Great God, that watches over us from there,"
There are the things that we forget,
They will continue to beat, Only at a new pace,
Like that time you told me,
"There is a Great God, That watches over you and I"