I must have seen you walk

I must have seen you walk
Solemnly down the center path
That Friday night
When spring had died

I must have heard your voice
And though I can’t be sure
Its sound could resonate
With the tormented ocean waves

Somehow the stirred up torments
Soothe the pain as the sopranos
Lift it from the chest, and then
The basses led the soul to rest

the promise says 
That travel Through the purifying hell
Shall not be long 
And life will rise on Sunday morning with the sun again