My heart dipped into loneliness thinking of you
You are not here, the beat rings again so true
I showed you my heart all in pieces
You held up to it with whatever that pleases

Now the beats are slowing down over time
Like a timer running out after a rhyme
Soon to come to a complete stop
Without you, that is a real plop

But my hope is not in death but in what comes after
Delivers a special kind of laughter
Blessed by God like an Angel to deliver hope
A kind of message like throwing a rope

That even amidst the despair and isolation
The Lord of Hosts will revive a dead nation
Breathing life into where life never was
Surpassing any and all of the laws