Now in the darkest time,
We take this brief moment to divide,
The truth never meant to be known,
For our sins were already sown.
Our honor be damned,
The words we sought were once clear,
Like a morning rain that breaks the blue sky,
Of pure white floating dreams within a solar sea,
The times are hard but we don’t care,
For we’ve sacrificed all we could spare,
Like a wildman with a primitive spear.
Time is fraught with our sins,
Like scratches of residual energy,
If we learn not from our dismal past,
We know that the mistakes of history will last.
Together we pray,
In a world of pain,
Our pleas are in vain.