You think you have no future. Faith collapses in air. So why don't you hold my hand? Dawn turns night to day. Together we can venture On wings of bluebirds. White light will capture, Guide us on our way. You think you have no despair. Hope turns into ashes. So why don't you lose your hands? Silvery night won't end. For your azure wings, I descend. White light won't capture, I descend.