Pretty Lights do fill the sky, with beauty bright and grand

And underneath the pain does lie, the blood spilled in the sand

As the Old Order changes; violent birth of Land

In Imitation of the Passion

Rebirth of that bloody ration

Spilled in loving sacrifice for all

Pretty Lights do fill the sky, jewels mocking bright

Hiding pain? Or making pain? Cribbing lover's light?

Or perhaps inspiring? Clearing caring sight

Of Beauty in a suffering world

Waiting Life to be unfurled

In newness nearer to our lovers dream

Pretty Lights do fill the sky; perhaps they always did

If not tracer, missile, warhead; perhaps sunset set the lid

To be opened into light---- truth no longer hid

By the greedy goblin of Despair

Satan sucking into lair

Through "mine" replacing words of unity

Pretty Lights do fill the sky, as Jobber strikes the Deal

Markets moved and money made, on blood that turns the wheel

Of fate, as greed doth grate and grow the free mans zeal

To live the Lovers way

Hear a newborn neighbour say

that Pretty Lights do fill the sky as sign of wonders come

Of Peace that did outrun

The Roar of bomb and gun

To giving glorious SON