Softened by something, the darkness is done The moon can speak to the wind She flows on so quiet, the tide having turned What was brittle and broken now burned I notice a change in your eyes The stars in the river are dying No longer cold, finally able to catch The ghosts flying into the night Arise, flying into the Falling into the night Arise, falling into the Flying into the night Time of forgiveness upon us at last The wind sighs a prayer to the sun Woven as quiet, as clouds move above The stars shine together as one