• At the edge of Hope,
    Falling close to despair.
    Near the end of a Dream,
    At the start of a nightmare,

    Becoming an exile,
    Starting to loose Faith.
    Of the art of Love,
    Only anger remains.

    The spreading of war,
    Peace becomes blind.
    In the things you believe in,
    It's a loosing fight.

    But all is not lost,
    When it is Found.
    It's up to You,
    To make your world go round.