[Then] deep in the darkness without form and void   The hovering spirit of God   Man given life soon only to die   Fallen by deception      [Now] dwell in the confines of morality   Gripping the hand of despair   Children of dust blown by winds of distress   Into uncharted futures stare      [Whenever] again the night falls to darken our dawn   Silence our lips seek refuge from harm again   Children of trial offspring of pain   Wounds of existence leave scars that remain      Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky   For those who would choose to receive      Chains of oppression shackles of fear   Forever broken for those who draw near   From storm to shelter from darkness to light   Wings cast a shadow a haven from falling night