The Sacred Veil: IX. One Last Breath
Eric Whitacre
In a dark and distant year
The wand'rer weary, full of fear
Confronts a fated force more powerful than life
A carriage made of sea
Has come to take his wife
The waves too dark and deep to swim
He hears his love cry out to him
Her piercing anguish rising high above the foam
Please don't let go of me
For you, you are my home!
From the shore he sees his bride
As she fights hard against the tide
He swears a sacred vow that every loved one keeps
He steels himself
Takes one last breath, and leaps.