The sky is falling around our senses,
doubt assails our minds,
confusing what's right and how to feel.

God, where are you?
Almighty Avenger show us,
who to bow to in shock and awe.

The sky is falling around our souls,
it cries for all the loved ones who love
the dying: corpses, blessed them all.

Christ you said, hanging from the cross,
forgive them Father they do not know.
Lift now the sky from our eyes.

Show us that truth still abides behind clouds
of desecration, shadows of desperation
God waits for us to speak the words of peace.

The sky is falling; Oh please!
Can you not see?
When one dies, we are all killed.

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