It’s go-ing on two decades now
the darkness that has beat your brow
For most of it, I wasn’t there
And by God’s own face, it isn’t fair
The oppressive night, you’ve known too long
Your heart is stripped of joy and song
But happiness will find her way
She’ll bring her warmth astride the Day
The Day is like a Sun-kissed field
It’s rimmed by trees that never yield
I speak it true
doubt not the Scroll
The Day can be within your soul
It’s here, and there, and everywhere
The Day pervades like wholesome air
The darkness, though, is like a blight
It lives alone, like sores on-site
It has no truth or permanence
It’s doomed to die in Holy rinse
The hour is nigh
You will be sane
Walk Into the Day
and there remain
