Across the star painted night sky there is beauty
We sleep through it all, when at dawn we rise
For some as the end comes they are happy
For others there is still hope to exist
Each life is an offering upon an altar
The offering isn't about money
Nor about other human beings
We are giving an offering
To an all powerful eternal being
Or we've chosen ourselves
That one choice is ours
It is the one thing left to us
Whatever life is, some want more
Some treat life as an amusement park ride
Some run through life, being in a dream
Many do their best but it can overwhelm
Often, sadly there's little to renew us
I'm waiting to be fully restored
So I might meet again those I was blessed by
Who I was loved by, and who in life I adored
