We fight,
With such might,
We lose sight,
Of the light.
Day turns to night,
Drowning in plight,
As hearts fill with spite.
Anger to ignite,
Flames to new height.
The fire burns bright.
All this despite,
Trying to do right....

So give up this fight.
Use knowledge not might.
Give blind back their sight.
Share all inner light,
To take back the night.
Humble in plight,
In spite of one's spite.
Peace will ignite.
Raise all to new height.
Thoughtful minds will be bright.
All this despite,
Admitting we're wrong.