The Final Night
Stars sailing on a sea of blue,
As the wind whips their bed of cloth,
Sewn by God's grace, torn by it's own trials,
The final night darkens it's fading glory.
Stars sailing on a sea of blue,
As the wind whips their bed of cloth,
Sewn by God's grace, torn by it's own trials,
The final night darkens it's fading glory.