A Hymn for a Lost Soul

In this land where light shines low,
truest friends and noble folk
with hands outstretched to guide me,
praise thee love, to carry on through

Ask me why we still have to explain?
Why these eyes are dim with tears?
Sweet child, I live for thee.

Catch the sun with broken hands;
shall my burden ever pass?

Only strength and hope would save us,
gracious heart shall be thy call,
save the ground we all once fought;
look upon the path we had rode,
brave soul, with strength ride on