Stab at the dark,
broke the tip stabbing at demons
Take a brush at them,
might help me cut them off.
Sing a song to myself,
of how demons can't borrow my soul.

An echo of a whisper,
in the darkest of all nights
Daylight breaks and rises,
a dark night falls
Between them both a child is born.

He won't fear the night,
nor be blinded by day's first break of light
A child of fate,
but much faithful of their worth
For all the bad his known,
he's made it through the worst.

We're not young forever,
forever young are we to be brave.
We won't know our ends,
so better to live in the best moments of Today.

In the tiny moments we have,
life isn't easy.
Still within it many reasons to be glad.