Sing, Be, Live, See.
This dark stormy hour,
The wind, it stirs.
The scorched earth cries out in vain:
O war and power,
You blind and blur,
The torn heart cries out in pain.

But music and singing
Have been my refuge,
And music and singing
Shall be my light.
A light of song,
Shining Strong:
Alleluia!
Through darkness, pain, and strife,
I'll Sing, Be, Live, See
Peace.