In regard to the darkness With but a flicker in sight, Collect what is left Of the diminishing light. When truth bows to strength While the law chooses might Your calling stands firm To remain in your fight. As your soul turns numb To the gathering night, You channel your hope To burn ever bright. Survey your past When you cowered in fright When you followed the gales Of another man’s kite. Turn at that time To see a new way To brandish new eyes To see with new sight. Turn with eyes forward In a world gone trite And choose at that moment To gather the light.