How could I forget the look of your hands
Accepting the creases of a tightly folded flag
Presented on a day we were meant to grieve
One thing in your life you were meant to brag

Maybe there's a road that runs down to the edge
Of a light that we cannot put out
And maybe down that road we are all meant to go
When we hear the voices call us home

Now as I recall the smell of flowers in a stale room;
I lost my strength with the tears down your face
And on that hillside with grass and gravel under feet
I learned how a queen could save us all with her grace

Maybe there's a road that runs down to the edge
Of a light that we cannot put out
And maybe down that road we are all meant to go
When we hear the voices call us home

And of the years that have passed since
I am recently convinced
I'm allowed what you have

So are these acts of faith right
Does it transcend the light
Are you together now?

It was two years that passed as you waited for him
To call your name from the top of the stairs
And if I sit alone at night I can still hear the sounds
That remind me of you being there

Maybe there's a road that runs down to the edge
Of a light that we cannot put out
And maybe down that road we are all meant to go
When we hear the voices call us home