Even the sea has embraced the sun; and still I hear a silent prayer on my every dream.
And Still I feel the spirit whose flames does not burn, whose heat does not hurt.
Whose Fire within me does not die, as mine servant for the eye of desire.
And of triumph and vows to take, this cradles the cloak of my pride,
to console my desperate heart.
As it helps with adverse of time that brings image to my soul that shadows my success.
And in every teardrops that fell from the depthness of my heart,
the wounds it heals through the Grace of God