1 The Hope We Still Hold

The peace is never there,

The night is always black,

The crook is never fair,

The dark is always back.

The day may never break,

The glow may never return,

The victory we may never take,

The fear may ever burn.

The years will go by,

The world will transform,

The fire may die,

The light may be re-born.

The hope we sill hold,

The faith from before,

The stories will be told,

The banners that we wore.

The Sun may rise,

The joy will awake,

The life will be the prize,

The glory we will take.