Everywhere I look I see those faces,
scorned and sullen signs of misery;
Why does the world seem so unstable ?
is there any chance for you and me ?

The wise men and women who encourage,
writing helpful tips to follow earnestly;
We take their advice and try to comprehend,
if what we do will ever conquer futility.

Where have all the future dreams gone,
why did they fly to the ends of the earth?
I suppose there's an answer somewhere,
perhaps our global conscience has been cursed.

But in the moonlight shines a newer vision,
it gives us strength to see an image in the dark;
It's a golden angel floating through the heavens,
God's comforting light flows from one tiny spark.



Somewhere in the night we hear the singing,
showing us a path to righteousness and peace;
And finally the triumph glows within us,
the fight is over--we've been touched by holy grace.