Lyon was lost by the sons light Blandina Her frail frame against Romes might Might have thought nothing about her Faith begot faith a fire fight Cant beat her Who loves so for a dead Christ He must have meant something to her Glory instead of the happiness I thought I needed Peace in death Holding hope in sharing what you purchased Pulled in my bed I stand and walk like that man no longer broken Glory instead of all the things this world thinks it can offer Lyon was lost by the sons light Blandina Her frail frame against Romes might Might have thought nothing about her Faith begot faith a fire fight Cant beat her Who loves so for a dead Christ He must have meant something to her