A Hymn for a Lost Soul - Crippled Black Phoenix

In this land where light shines low

Truest friends and noble folk

With hands outstretched to guide me

Praise thee love, to carry on through

Ask me why we still have to explain?

Why these eyes are dim with tears?

Sweet child, I live for thee

Catch the sun with broken hands;

Shall my burden ever pass?

Only strength and hope would save us

Gracious heart shall be thy call

Save the ground we all once fought;

Look upon the path we had rode

Brave soul, with strength ride on