From the darkness of Midnight
Shines the light of a new beginning.
The past fades away
And the future remains unclear.

Each moment of the present
Brings more to be decided.
We begin to pick and choose.
What is right, and what is wrong?
What is good, and what is bad?

Only our memories guide us.
The past's dark is un-lightable,
But the future is a torch, waiting to be lit.
Each year passes, and our lives go on.
We only have one choice to make.

Do we live life?
And stand by each judgement?
Or watch it pass by like a spectator in the stands?