As night is closing in
And stars are fading fast
The world has come apart
So, what remains to trust?

Tyrants wield their power
The people are all but enslaved
There’s no hope for a future
Or so it tends to seem

Deep within that torrid darkness
Can a beacon reach out bright?
A fragile spark of longing hope
That cannot meekly die

The spark is not just an ideal
But a burning desire for freedom

A caustic, visceral need
To stem the tides of oppressors
And pull humanity back
From the edge of tyranny