And just when we thought, we couldn’t cope,
There in the dark, a flame of hope.
A transient spark, volatile and brief,
Almost too good to even believe.
So dare we trust that life once more,
Will find us begging at the door,
And pick us up from gutter cold,
Warn out, despairing, weary old.
A dream so frail, invisible,
It breaks as we try to grasp,
Passing by before our eyes,
Turning to dust in our hands.
Stolen moments, all we had,
To dare to dream once more,
A flame of hope, a spark so small,
But never seen before.
So gather the slaves, renew or vows,
As we run towards our goals,
There in the dark, a flame of hope,
So we can liberate our souls.
This one is not done yet, but I am not sure what's missing.. any clue?
