[Verse]
Source of all we hope or dread, sheepdog, jackal, rattler, swan
We hunt your face and long to trust that your hid mouth will say again
Let there be light, a clear new day
But when we thirst in this dry night
We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children
And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam
Our ears are balked by stifled moans
And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men
Clawing at the gates for bread

Even our own feeble hands aim to seize the crown you wear
And work our private havoc through the known and unknown lands of space

Absolute in flame beyond us, seed and source of Dark and Day
Maker whom we beg to be our mother father comrade mate

Till our few atoms blow to dust or form again in wiser lives
Or find your face and hear our name in your calm voice the end of night if dark may end
Wellspring gold of dark and day, be here, be now