Will the end of the world
Be like the end of a day

Filled with falling leaves and aging sunlight
Voices talking from across the way?

Will our last breathes before Heaven
be like the last before sleep

A silent soft sound
blue and black oceans deep

Will there be a mighty crescendo
Or a soft whisper knowing

Will there be hard bright light
Or purple and yellow glowing

Whatever may happen
Whatever may be

It will be magnificent and beautiful
And peace will fill me