Stir  up,  Yhi,

glance  upon  darkest  plains,

lay  warmth  with  none  but  your  eyes  gaze;

bathe  this  land  in  light.

We're  restless  in  sleep  and  await  an  awakening,

reveal  your  radiance,  raise

all  life  from  shade.

Descend  through  soil;

there  devils  toil,

singing  songs  to  derail

the  dawn  of  everything  that  is  sure  to  come,

so  be  strong,

find  us  slumbering  on,

where  we

whistle  dormant  calls

towards  indifferent  stars.

Keep  on,  Yhi,

have  rivers  flow  from  barren  caves;

bring  forth  the  flora  and  faunae.

End  the  droughts  of  lifeless  eras;

bring  about  the  men,

and  help  us  stem

from  the  inanimate.

We  heard  you  say,

"See  good  in

change,  young  -

the  sun,  the  snow,  sleet  and  rain,"

'fore  darkness  reclaimed,

the  terrain.

Return,  Yhi,  we'll  sing

as  taking  to  wings,

with  mist  and  with  tides,

both  rising  in  hopes,  oh,

that  they'll  reach  brighter

skies  illumed  by

the  brightness  of  your  eyes.

There's  day  on  the  horizon.

Yhi,  bring  us  one  last  gift,

spare  us  forlorn  wandering.

There  is  a  sense  here  of

a  heart  that  beats  in  part,

searching  for  synchronous  pairing

in  equal  but  opposite  form.

Come,  Yhi,  give  us  one

Yhi,  give  us  one

Yhi,  give  us  one

Yhi,  give  us  one  we  can  love.