I can see through this darkness
A tunnel of nightmares,
Plaguing so freely
Who could reject them
Who hang so queenly?

Is it a matter of time
When the sun will leave us
And the night forever rule?

I dream of butterflies
And sunny skies
And happy endings
And excellent beginnings

Are there no happy people left
But the upset ones
Who wear the sweater of grief
Is there no one to help
The weak and the powerless?

I dream of blue mornings
And purple evenings
I dream of happy children
And golden songs

But here we are, in the deathly throngs
Who are we to dismiss it?
Who are we to embrace it?
We are none, but human.

I can tell you a thousand things
That I would rather be
To extend my wings as a bird
To sharpen my claws like a cat
To leap ever so proudly like a leopard

But there is one thing I am
And that is human.