Some look forward to the day,
Filled with everlasting glory.
Some look forward to clouds parting,
And the sun pouring down like rain.
Time will be still.
Laws will be broken.
On this day, this most glorious of days,
All will be good, then all will be bad.
Those who were right expect to smile,
The wrong will be wronged
And they will suffer.
While all along,
A silent stranger will be watching.