A quiet hand does stir within and eyes are stars alight The drifting sky burns softly reddened with oncoming nights release Raging hearts of silent men are bleeding swift without cease For the them they lost between the waves of life. The sun rises and sets. Time devours without regret. A quiet hand does stir within and eyes are stars again The dreaming mind burns soft and slowly with oncoming nights reprieve Silent hearts of raging men are turning swift without cease From the them they were to the one they are in their dreams