Escape From The Black Cloud

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

He Alone Has The Right To Break, For He Alone Has The Power To Mend.

Yesterday Is Gone And Took Away Its Tale. Today We Must Live A Fresh Story Again.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

Lo, For I To Myself Am Unknown, Now In God's Name What Must I Do?