I can see through this darkness A tunnel of nightmares, Plaguing so freely Who could reject them Who hang so queenly?
Is it a matter of time When the sun will leave us And the night forever rule?
I dream of butterflies And sunny skies And happy endings And excellent beginnings
Are there no happy people left But the upset ones Who wear the sweater of grief Is there no one to help The weak and the powerless?
I dream of blue mornings And purple evenings I dream of happy children And golden songs
But here we are, in the deathly throngs Who are we to dismiss it? Who are we to embrace it? We are none, but human.
I can tell you a thousand things That I would rather be To extend my wings as a bird To sharpen my claws like a cat To leap ever so proudly like a leopard