The rise of a new day set in the midst of  dark times,
As the sun shines only to reveal the deceitful lies.
And in it we have been purged and ruined right,
In toiling we have learned that the river runs dry.
Walking on fire with our hands tied and tongues cut.
From the depths of fury, no voice can cry,
Smoke rises, unearthly quietness as a single wisp makes it way up.
Around, the night creeps in, only to darken the darkest of times.

Pick me up and set me on the clouds.
Let me look down, see how the earth turns to this plight.
Loosen my bonds and let me sing to the sky,
**Unchain me and let me find my way out.