On shores we stood, to always watch and learn.
The gifts that you bestow, marvel at your beauty.
The host of our land, the pathway to my journey home.

Atlantic light, will guide us home.
The light from Earth will shine.

To you I go, in hunger and in rage,to find solace.
But you remain furious at spit at the earth that mocked you.
Shape the Earth I wander among, and your promise is true.

Atlantic Light, guide me.
Atlantic Light, shine upon me.

Within your walls, I find a certainty.
Of wood and wind you shall be my host.
Day breaks, night comes in endless cycles.
The shore reminds of times unknown.

Breathe within me - this is my path, my light.
Breathe within me - to guide me home.
Breathe within me - with my light.
Breathe within me - to guide me home.

My light.
I am not beyond.
I won't fail.
My light.

Once we stood on the shore, but now we will not learn.
We care not for your life, and we refuse your light.

I will host our land.
I will guide my journey.
But you remain with a will to destroy.
Atlantic Light.

A weight that we can not comprehend.
Beyond all reason.
This weight that we won't comprehend.
Beyond all reason.

All that you know, you will not allow.
This weight is within every shiver,
within the the spin, inside the heart.
We will remain floating numb.

Allowing ourselves, to forget.
It is as if we are in the center of time,
and we are within our steel towers.
It is to float within the cloud, to tremble inside the land.

All are numb.

A weight that we can not comprehend.
Beyond all reason.
This weight that we won't comprehend.
Beyond all reason.

Racing on foot, holding to hope like a shield from the truth.
They cry, "Sleepers Awake!"
Racing on foot, sleepers awake.

The rhymes promise was true.
We have returned to this place.
Home to a calm dawn, and the work we had just begun.

Eating roots, grown in soil.
Drawing on life, of the living.
Clustered points of light, spun out in space.
And the time, within the skies.