Beneath the cross, the world stands still,
A mother’s heart, a void to fill.
Her tears, like rivers, flow with grace,
As she beholds her son’s dear face.

The sky grows dark, the earth does quake,
Her soul, it trembles, starts to break.
Yet in her sorrow, hope does gleam,
A promise of a future dream.

She knows His pain is not in vain,
Through sacrifice, we break our chains.
The angels sing a mournful song,
But in their hearts, they know He’s strong.

For in His death, new life will bloom,
Dispelling all the darkest gloom.
The Queen of Heaven, pure and bright,
Holds fast to faith, through darkest night.