Night is dark before the dawn,
and all's a dream within a dream.
Hoping for what is gone
and dancing ‘gainst a moonlit beam.
To find ourselves, once was lost
and redeem ourselves once again.
With dreams and love's the cost,
to not fear the foe of men.
Lost are we in a world gone cold,
waiting for a newborn ember.
As the darkened sun now turns to gold;
and all henceforth to remember,
the final hours of ones redemption,
as night to fall and awaken the day.
With honor of ones exemption;
“To love all and leave to stray.”