The mirrors of your face,
Surrounding routines.
Expressions lost in vanity and greed.
You rise to life, 
alone among the crowd.

You hold for hope
You hold for love
The heart rise up to life
Alone, among the crowd.

The trails you walked
Abandoned places, friends.
What left behind will matter not.
The faith will rise, 
alone among the crowd.

You hold for hope
You hold for love
The soul rise up to life.
As one with them, 
alone among the crowd.