Dark was the night
cold was the ground
still was the air
shrill it broke the silence
and declared it to be
swill
in came the water
And drowned our good will
now I dream of your forgiveness
and hope that could not be killed
fill your lungs with laughter
be ready for the thrill
but you will find me standing
till blame runs out and spill
this day well not be over
tomorrow’s standing still
waiting for a hero
to perish in the spill
light me a candle
the truth will out and kill.
