Stone upon stone of granite
surround golden doors.
Two hundred and ten feet above the streets of Salt Lake
stands an angel waiting to sound his saviors return.
Paths surrounded by flowers lead to a meeting hall,
where voices sing out to their Lord.
Hundreds walk these holy grounds,
yet they are never touched.
But a young man sits against a pillar,
staring at the son of our Lord.
Tears begin to fall over a life being lived,
and the young man wonders if it's too late to change.
A prayer is whispered aloud,
and an audiences applause roars threw the night
for voices singing inside, and the young man
knows its time to continue a never-ending change.