The night sky is lit by burning souls,
A thousand prayers and dreams.
Each day an adventure each night a mystery
Every memory becomes magic.
Every dream a flower every nightmare a thorn.
The world is imperfect, and that's how we know it is real
The night sky is lit by burning souls,
A thousand prayers and dreams.
Each day an adventure each night a mystery
Every memory becomes magic.
Every dream a flower every nightmare a thorn.
The world is imperfect, and that's how we know it is real