There is nothing sacred left for us,
As we fall into the darkness,
Silently watching as the shadows grow,
Overtaking us as we descend,
Doing nothing to stop the endless downfall.
When will we take a stand,
When will the light save us from ourselves,
When will it push away the fog that clouds our judgment.
I wait but the light will not come,
It is us that must spark the fire,
And lead our generation.
Only then will our light shine through,
Burning brighter, pushing through the darkness,
Clearing away the fog,
So that we can see,
And be bathed in love again.