At Night, when the dark tries to consume you,
We fight it off with the flame of a match,
Alone, surrounded, gasping to wake,
yet afraid that when, and if, you do, dawn is still not renewed
Tears stain your pillow, sweat collects in your brow,
shaken, yet not disturbed, your mind controls all.
How hard it is, to stand up to the dark,
how hard indeed, but because of this difficulty
we should strive to fight it, fight it with bravery, and perseverance,
for in the end, we know, the sun will shine, and even in the Dark
God, has given us the moon and stars to light our path...