‘Til Tomorrow

I will not let you thwart my night,

my life, my time, my love, my light.

My heart is strong my spirits high,

they fly, they dash, they do not shy

Away from omens true or not,

they sing, they’ll squall and take a shot.

Go to bed and sleep aware,

I’m up, alive and do not care.


Til Tomorrow


When things get Dark

When things get dark, I get brighter

Rainbow sword, I am a fighter.

The depth of things you cannot see

The dark; it is afraid of me.

My light is piercing, blinding so

The dark knows I refuse to go.

It will cower, shrink and fade

When I present my Rainbow blade.

Every time it rises up

I rise too; I’ve had enough

My legacy will outlast you

Your gloomy, dank, repulsive views.

Happy words of truth delight

And rob the darkness of its sight

As it stumbles, we prevail

Those of us who raise the hail

No more will you invade our dreams

No more crying, no more screams

Today you die; Today I live.

The dark has no more left to give.

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