Peace endures the fragile heart,
As whispered eyes gleam the harp,
And angels dance upon their wing,
With a golden, silver song to sing.
And as the flight of heavens cease,
A lark to him it sings of peace.
And listen softly as they play,
And fall from saintly heavens way.
For as this fleeting life of ours,
Brings mankind through the brightest stars.
The angels fall and roam the earth.
With love, and prides forgotten worth.
My friend the voices whom doth pray,
Willed the shadowed moon of whitening way.