hey Patrice don't cry
they've no reason to argue
at all
they don't realise
that the angels surround you with light
they don't understand
their narrow ways defeat them where they stand
they don't realise
you hide the sadness beneath a painted smile.

Ignorance,
that line of fools steers a wayward path
and set the course upon which we sing into the night of uncertainty.
Following the stars
that make their way across the sky
valuing the love
that land brings to our eyes
We sail...