Oh they say that it's over And it just had to be In the misty morning, on the edge of time As the misty morning rolls away to die Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky We've lost the rising sun, a final sign We sailed across the air before we learned

Only to be plagued by disease Reach out your hand, reach out your hand Reach out your hand Reach out your hand to find forgiveness Just like the spread of disease, ya, ya Debt and guilt or guilt and decree The masters that we please Yet if we seek help

No No turning back I'm banished from Sanctuary The darkness in me is filling me with pain There's no way to turn back for eternity In deserts I was preaching The hand of God was with me Baptized with water and I praised The one who came behind me To save

Then as it was, then again it will be And though the course may change sometimes Rivers always reach the sea Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow