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Into The LightIn the morning they found him there, he'd passed in the night,No-one there to hold his hand, he's alone, His room is filled with memories, echoes of his life, Will he be remembered, he's gone. He looks down: he sees himself, lying there and wonders at the sight, He looks again: he knows it's time, For him to go and that will make it right, Into the Light, Into the Light. At the graveside no-one there, who will shed a tear? The Priest will speak his words aloud, to God, His mind is full of broken dreams: he will take them on, To the ones that passed before, his time. He looks down: he sees himself, lying there and wonders at the sight, He looks again: he knows it's time, For him to go and that will make it right, Into the Light, Into the Light. I am the Resurrection and the Life said the Lord, He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die, We commend to Almighty God, our brother James, And we commit his body to the ground, Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, The Lord bless him and keep him, The Lord lift up His countenance upon him and give him peace! He looks down: he sees himself, lying there and wonders at the sight, He looks again: he knows it's time, For him to go and that will make it right, Into the Light, Into the Light, He will go on... Into the Light! |