Things are bleak, the world is weary
And all the days are dark and dreary
The clouds bring rain, and yet I know
The rain will make the flowers grow.
Darkness reigns, endless gloom
It spells hate, despair and doom.
But hope resides within me still
The sun will rise, unbroken will.
All is burned, spurned and torched
Ashes lie, the land is scorched.
From the ashes the Phoenix will rise
Dispelling gloom, it fills the skies.
