For the last twilight I shall wait ashore to hear your name among the bird's call. Will I be hearing the trumpets and the harps when you come or shall I be among the crippled souls to shun.
Father, Father I plead hear my voice when I speak.
Right now in the sand where I like to lie to see the stars fall down from the sky and I imagine you are there sitting in the moon pulling the sea to wash away my sins to soon.