We see the truth with lidded eyes,

twisting swirling hear our sighs,

no it can’t be true, we cry…

Tis, for the picture does not lie.

Why is it that we do not wish

to know,

The fact of which we live

to throw,

the day away in outlook past,

with screaming fleeing from

the vast…


The future is ours,

we must create it,

we must stand tall,

we must not cringe from our path.

The way is clear,

but first let us hear,

the truth in its essence,

shepherding us through the night,

where all is well,

with love and light.