When all seems bad
When none seems good
Or there's no hope
Although there should
When there's no light
When there's no spark
When all has withered
In dark, pitch dark
Just pray to thee
Beyond to see
That light shall shower
Upon we
For as we soar
In light galore
There is some hope
There is some light
There is some spark
Throughout this night
There is a dream
But we all seem
To lose this light
But in this fight
We'll see this might
Of our own light


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Artificium, in the year 407 AD.