Rooftops

This, is this the song

From all the rooftops

And all the ramparts

That our lonely lives are whole

That our tiny hearts are full

Be the voice that echoes far

Hope is just above the bluest stars

See how they burn like sky fires

They’re watching

All our ships on bellowed seas

Were we were running from his reach

We were afraid of how he showed

That love was broken and alone

This, is this the song

From all the rooftops

And all the ramparts

Be the voice that echoes far

Hope is just above the bluest stars