A sleeping Saxon walks towards the urn The sound passes, thunderous and old To call light into the deep It turns its spirit for the capture Heed the babies born asleep A final day has risen on the town The bloody sight of horses falling down Deafening sound of angels crying out My family prays for mercy on their house When I look into the eyes of my sister My youngest friend I see the love that she holds within And she'll always have as she's growing up In the days that I'm not there I lost my way Fell far out of bounds You are all Sorely loved and missed