"Falling stars, on the horizon..."

Falling stars, on the horizon,

Crash and burn…

One’s still shining for the wise men,

Sasha’s born!

Bring your frankincense, and myrrh,

Bring your gold,

Bring your open hearts to her,

Young and old!

When the pain you feel is unbearable,

When it’s pure,

When your sorrow’s incomparable, -

She’s the cure!

In the morning, when the chill

Shakes your frame,

She will warm you till you’re still -

She’s the flame!

When you come to her, all beaten,

At a loss,

She will bring you up to Eden,

She’s the cross!

Let the jealous idols seethe,

Full of wrath –

You will trade in your belief

For her laugh!

In the desserts, where the sands

Mock the sun,

Place your world into her hands -

She’s the one!