"Sometimes our lives descend, insnared   as storms upon the soul   and rains may strike dividing   to sever what was whole   but though your limbs feel torn and twisted   and your memories turn cold   take heart, for I am with you still   and will catch you should you fall   Eyes to Heaven   Lost and searching for the truth   The words to mend your broken heart   can only come from you   Eyes to Heaven   building secrets from your pain   a virtue lost in innocence   is lost here all the same      a beautiful dreamer locked in reticence   in a tower of your soul   what lies so deep and undisturbed   fears torment in the world   lightning flashes warning   to whispers in the rain   the fire climbing upwards   your fortress is in flame   Eyes to Heaven   Lost and searching for the truth   The words to mend your broken heart   must come from inside you   Eyes to Heaven   building secrets from your pain   in prayers to end the suffering   heard by a soldier's saint."