When oft forgotten the truth last sought,
and whole dreams are no longer bought,
with daring whispers all for naught,
then there will I stand.
With defiant leper's glaring eyes,
cutting trenches in marbled lies,
seeking darkness in light's disguise,
then there will I stand.
Upon the broken dream's retreat,
the vulgar sigh made obsolete,
and tumbling towards memory's street,
then there will I stand.
Despite the rinsing of lust to gray,
and the beating of the youth away,
while doubting the promise of the day,
then there will I stand.
