Many have lost the fight 
Each man and woman, 
And the girls and boys,
They’re like toys 
To people who hurt and fight and kill us. 
But we endure with our heads down because we’re still us. 

I wonder sometimes what it would be like to be someone else. 
To experience something I’ve never felt. 
Sometimes you just need to get away 

Be someone else, like in a play 
The theatre is the world 

Before the story begins, it is important to note that as the night gets longer and longer, the light gets darker and darker until it is so deep that you can’t see anyone to help you.