In the darkest of hours, may there be light.
May the war turn to peace, and let there be love.
For a world forged in hatred and warfare shall fall.
So let there be joy,
Let there be love,
Let there be light.
In the darkest of hours, may there be light.
May the war turn to peace, and let there be love.
For a world forged in hatred and warfare shall fall.
So let there be joy,
Let there be love,
Let there be light.
If only I could stop doubting myself,
If only I could stop being afraid,
If only I could be happier instead of secret depression,
If only I could get better, and peace would stay,
I am in complete darkness.
The black abyss surrounds me, the silence all but comforting.
I am alone, afraid, and still as if a boulder that has sat for years.
The sun’s shining on me as it slowly dips below the horizon for another day, its rays softly coming down.
The air is crisp, not too cold, but brisk enough to see your breath when you breathe.
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