The sun sinks.
Darkness spreads.
Night is coming
Things are looking darker now
As all hope fades.
We fall into darkness
The lines of right and wrong start to blur.
We say things we shouldn�t.
Darkness is here.
Is that what we want?
No?
Imagine the power of one voice.
A single light
Within the swarming darkness.
The smallest glimmer of hope
Is still as bright as the sun
Dawn is coming...
