Hey Patrice don't cry they have no reason to harm you at all.
They don't realize that the angels surround you with light.
They don't understand their narrow ways defeat them where they stand.
They don't realize you hide your sadness behind a painted smile.

Ignorance, that blind old fool who steers a wayward path,
Has set the course on which we sail into a night of uncertainty.
Following the stars that make their way across the sky,
Valuing the love that lends grace to our hearts,
We sail.