Out of line out of place,
Out of time out of space,
That is where our souls reside,
The great uncross able divide,
The great divide to the other side,
Our souls are precious and bathe,
In the light of the holy night,
Night in which men fight,
They give us life and help us to know what is right,
The souls that even shine in the blight of a the hunger,
Of a poor man in the endless night
