There's a beauty in the sunset that heralds the end of day
And a mysteriousness in the moonlight lighting up the way
There's a gentleness in the silence that's whispering in night
And angels to carry the heartaches away before morning light.
Even when we are sleeping the messengers of the earth
Carry out the needed healing and speak sweetly of rebirth
The lands of the slumber and silence hold the path to peace
Whenever we enter into them we experience a great release