Along with the wailing come the tears
Dripping on the floor, they’re fuelled fears
A thousand demons spring forth to destroy hope,
At them I curse and shout myself hoarse.
And when hope lies bleeding, almost dead,
The hunger of demons is well, well fed,
The tears dry at last,
I know, this too shall pass.
The lost can never be found,
No matter whose door I pound,
But when I rise again, wounded and strong,
Then ends the darkness, so long.
Wounds will heal, and cheer will reign,
Early rays lend life to hope again,
Amidst the scenes of darkness past,
A new light spreads, spreads fast.
