She spills over a moonlit sky Washing ashore to greet anew She gives new sight to people blind Enlisting hope where there are few I run, I rise, to reach her line of sight She reads my eyes, welcoming my heart's fright The glory of her lasting light Won't fall to waste, I'll see it through (Improvisation) (I) drift to moons that trust in her Praying for what is real and right For all that's wrong she'll find a cure Supreme Madonna cloaked in white We run, we rise, to watch her flame ignite We greet her eyes, taking on our hearts' strife The warmth of her lasting life Won't fall to waste, we'll see it through Won't fall to waste, we'll see it through