Keep fighting, keep hoping, keep believing. That’s how the chant goes. The one you repeat to yourself amidst the surrounding darkness of the night. “It’s always darkest just before the dawn”. This sure as hell is one long and dark night. And dawn doesn’t exactly hasten itself.

So help ease this troubled mind
Because I just can’t seem to find

That little spark of belief
Disappeared somewhere in my grief

Now darkness has gained control
Of this once pure and hopeful soul

So please show me the light…
Before I give up this fight.