Wings of the Morning

I woke to the sirens of the city
 They were calling me to hold my head up high
 But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains
 From the beggars to the sky
 The ads and billboards rained in every language
 The message every politician knows
 When we're fed that we are nothing we'll believe it
 And then do what we are told
 The spark of the divine
 I see it in your eyes
 It's there behind the lies that tie you down
 On the wings of the morning
 Hope is rising
 In the darkest night
 Your love and light prevail
 Ask any good detective, he will tell you
 It's the eyes that always give the truth away
 And in yours I see the fear that's bound and gagged you
 With no hope for escape
 It's true that we are fallen as an angel
 But you and me, we're also holy as a prayer
 Made in the image of a giver and a lover
 Who left His throne to come down here
 The spark of the divine
 I see it in your eyes
 It's there behind the lies that tie you down
 On the wings of the morning
 Hope is rising
 In the darkest night
 Your love and light prevail
 We will rise, rise, on the wings of the morning
 Though we hide, hide, in the shadows of night
 There is hope, hope, in the hands that have made us
 And are holding us tight...
 Hope is rising... on the wings of the morning
 Hope is rising... in the shadows of the night
 Hope is rising... from the hands that have made us
 And are holding us tight...