Trials which lay before us today
Are none but blessed fortune,
Yet we feel obliged to always pray
And give thanks to the sky, and its bright moon.
We all devote to tragedies of yore
Seeking comfort in its shadow,
Believing we have to endure
The difficulties a melancholic would know.
Fear not! For there are more ways than one!
To face our demons, our monsters
To mend what we have once before done.
You won't forever dwell in the night!
Your footsteps will guide the way
To a better future, to the day of light.