When darkness come, in darkness we pretend
And only if the light begins to rise
Then fortune's wounds so swiftly shall we mend
And thus we stand against our slow demise.

These demons fly within our blackened souls.
So too do angels flit inside our hearts.
Against our evil wills we build up shoals
And hope to holy help no hope departs.

Thus ****** battles rage inside us all,
A fatal flaw for which there is redress.
We pray for love to catch us when we fall,
Forgive us for these sins we must confess:

Tis us, you see, ourselves whom love must fight-
Our dark, our self that tries to block the light.