The storm of change is rising strong
As twilight gathers near.
The old ways drift to silent rest
While a new world learns to hear.
So let our voices echo still,
A last lamenting cry,
For the time of the old way’s will
Has finally passed us by.
The memories we treasure most
Of days we used to know
Are embers fading as the host
Of midnight starts to grow.
So let us raise our voices then,
A soft and fading song,
For the time of the old way when
We walked with it is gone.
Though shadows fall behind our stride,
The horizon calls us on.
With seeds of hope now sown inside,
A brighter dawn is born.
So let us lift our voices high,
A clear, ascending cry,
For the dawn now rising in the sky
Will guide us as we try.
The end of an era greets us now,
But a new dawn soon will rise,
And together we will make our vow
Beneath the brightening skies.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC
The storm of change is rising strong
As twilight gathers near.
The old ways drift to silent rest
While a new world learns to hear.
So let our voices echo still,
A last lamenting cry,
For the time of the old way’s will
Has finally passed us by.
The memories we treasure most
Of days we used to know
Are embers fading as the host
Of midnight starts to grow.
So let us raise our voices then,
A soft and fading song,
For the time of the old way when
We walked with it is gone.
Though shadows fall behind our stride,
The horizon calls us on.
With seeds of hope now sown inside,
A brighter dawn is born.
So let us lift our voices high,
A clear, ascending cry,
For the dawn now rising in the sky
Will guide us as we try.
The end of an era greets us now,
But a new dawn soon will rise,
And together we will make our vow
Beneath the brightening skies.
