The mood right now is dark,scary. The people are cold, wary, weary. Revolution is near, all around fear. Soon I'll be leaving here. When I go forth to I know not where, I'll be with people who will not share. I must hoard and keep things tight, Look after my own and do what's right. One day in the future in a far off land, There will be peace, no more fear at hand. I will be at peace at last. The future feels set. It's set to last.