Soaring high above the fortress,

Soaring high above the fortress,
Below us are peril less grounds,
The castle suspends over dark clouds,
And the starry sky surrounds us.
The heavens open,
And snow begins to fall,
And all is silent,
For they know the end is near.
For fear and dark days are upon us,
But the baby is here,
And will lash out against evil.
Though many will die,
And tears are wept,
The baby will bring peace.
The candle drips hot wax,
The tears stain an innocent face,
But love is the savior,
And love will prevail,
For the baby is peace
And the baby is love.
The dark will rise,
And fear will creep solemnly,
But the child will come,
And bring the light,
And darkness will be no more.
But soon the candle will melt,
And will be lost in a sea of whispers,
And the bountiful song pages,
Will get swept into the wind,
But the memory of the light,
And the short days of peace,
Will spark another candle,
And the light will shine.
For there will be hope.