New skies will find us
It seems the worst is behind us
Clouds once filled with rain now separate, and start to make way
Gone is the gray
The end of the thunder
Oh, the end of the slumber
Eyes that once only dreamed, crippled by sleep, now opening, ready and willing, able to see
New skies will find us
It seems the worst is behind us
Clouds once filled with rain now separate, and start to make way
Gone is the gray
The end of the thunder
Oh, the end of the hunger
Hands that knew only need burst at the seams, over-flowing
Gone is the greed
A new royal we