Just like a fallen star, I dread an explanation I find it hard to see all the good around me. Here I lie, afraid to die, chasing shadows all my life, Intensifies my endless cries, there’s no place to hide. Heaven’s doors open wide, I see a rider stand inside, The judged are taken by his sword; his name is truth, the word of god. White rider, pray your judgment call takes me higher, not my final fall.