New Skies

New skies will find us
It seems the worst is behind us
Clouds once filled with rain
Now separate
And start to make way
Gone is the gray,
The end of the thunder

Oh, the end of the slumber
Eyes that once only dreamed
Crippled by sleep, now opening
Ready and wiling, able to see

New skies will find us
It seems the worst is behind us
Clouds once filled with rain
Now separate
And start to make way
Gone is the gray,
The end of the thunder

Oh, the end of the hunger
Hands that knew only need
Burst at the seams, overflowing.
Gone is the greed,
A new royal we