When your life

Has run short

You are a warrior.

O, brave little soul,

Hear the voices

Of Angels!

Each color in

Life much brighter

Than before,

Each sound a

Joy unto me.

Look to the sun

And sing away

Silence

Until silence

Is naught but

A dream.

O, child of angels!

O, kin to the stars!

Prayer is a candle,

A light against

Darkness and

Death.

Fight away tears,

O brave little soul,

For darkness

Is not yet nigh.

Sing to the stars,

O, brave little soul,

And light little

Candles

Until Darkness

And Death

Are a dream.