Bright line through the air,
no word there’s that I can share,
loneliness is my soul that I can’t find, I can’t find.
Transcendental line you’ll never feel
the restlessness which is here,
you’ll never see the sadness which is here,
together fixed to us, to the heart...

Bright line shining, you are God’s eye,
without your light of the delight,
we are only the survivors
in this world of the blind sights
where cannot choose the mood of the gray day.
And nothing there’s which can save us
by the time that will fade us away.

Livid ground in crying day,
no place to run or where stay,
no smiling face which stray and the heaven
is lightless hell for humans praying.
Disappear, child’s illusions of the happiness,
transcendental line that nothing say to make all good...

But is not just my sensation, there’s something unexplained.
Could be a transformation, will come a new life.
It is a revolution, a kind of liberation, it is a resolution.
Bright line shining, you are world’s eye,
the candles rise up and are burnt by fire
there’s the life again.
The population speak up to new day
pain and suffer finally are all carried away.

There’s God to find over church ‘silence,
bright line, you transcendental life
you’re not only a scar that a prayer wanted to fade.
Stormy is gone, the sun is here
all is more clear...

Transcendental line, bright shining eye
the flowers blossom wild in garden of the sky,
and all the cloudy faces are faded away.
No more gray,
smiling welcome to the mighty day
and the light is a new kind of face.