I know Heaven is not my home
The scars will shape you from the inside
I will not die in the night but in the light
Of the sun with the ashes of this world in my lungs
When the ashes start to rise
And the moon falls from the sky
And 1000 candles burn into the night
When the angels softly cry
On the plains below the sky
Would 1000 souls still pray for you and I?