The very thought that one day here,
The next day gone,
Is just too much, and all too real to hear.
And here, I sit in this charming room,
While theirs is burnt to the ground.
It's just too much, to hear!
But who cares of me!
Matters not a wit what I can or cannot bear!
I can offer nothing but a prayer;
Bigger than you or I, is He.
Greater than fire, and wind and sea...
Having heard my prayer, explains to me-
That He is outside of our days,
Inside of our hearts,
He has built us a new home...
And never again should I think,
That ever were we really here,
And never will our souls be gone.