HOPE

And we opened door, and there was light
And it hit the void of a thousand eyes
Of a thousand eyes, of a thousand years
Not in goodness hour, but the million hands
Not in goodness hour, not in goodness way
It sealed up our lips so were useless prayers
And it made us blind for the blink of time
When this minute’s gone, all your life had passed

And we opened door and we found behind
So unusual peace, not accustomed light
It involves us there with the whisper trust
But we are so used to the dark of nights
To the dark of nights, to the gloom of days
And this bright of light makes us be afraid
Of everything that’s so radiant
We shall have a hope, let it be our God