Dark
I dreamed I was wearing black
Cut from the cloth of this time
The long dark
Of winter and disease
That seeks to snuff out
Light and life
Leaving us cradling
The spark of hope
In our cupped hands
Protecting it from the buffeting winds
Of change
I dreamed I was wearing black
Cut from the cloth of this time
The long dark
Of winter and disease
That seeks to snuff out
Light and life
Leaving us cradling
The spark of hope
In our cupped hands
Protecting it from the buffeting winds
Of change