In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams,
Until a spark within you suddenly beams,
A burst of energy begins to flow,
As you learn to let it go,
The scars will never show,
For this I've buried long ago,
Tears speaks for the heart,
As you tirelessly wrestle against hate and wrath,
Learn to appreciate the dark and light,
The good and the bad,
The joy and the sorrow,
And the never-ending tomorrow,
Open your eyes and see the mystery unfold,
And the dreams they grow in which you have sowed.