what's happened to the world? / is everything sad going to come untrue?

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redemption

I sigh into the wind
and my wishes are borne
     up to the stars.
Pure, holy moonlight
     shines the darkness away
     and with it fear.

Listen, do you hear
     the choir of angels
     singing you to sleep?

They are your protectors
     in every dream:
     drawing steel and
     defeating the sad and lonely thoughts
     that break men's strength.

The mournful songs of life
     will no longer bring you grief
     for now your soul has been raised up
     and your surrender
     has bought you peace at last.