No prophecy is written of the shadows being slain
So the war against the dark goes ever on
We can cast out all our demons
But there surely will be more
Even though each night bows down before the dawn
The light can’t always conquer every shade that rests inside
Some will thrive despite the darkness or the day
They can rob of us of our reason
They can rob us of our rhyme
‘Til the fire that once burned brightly slowly fades

Every hero can grow weary when the battle takes its toll
But even villains sometimes dare to save the day
It’s our choices that define us
Not our past or where we’re from
For each one of us, at some point, lost our way
We are sinners judging sinners who sin differently than we
Even though we all have demons of our own
It shouldn’t be religion that should teach us right from wrong
But the heart to show respect as we’d want shown