The darkness grows
Washing everything, with its sting
The black of night drifts and covers
Blinding it all, making it disappear
Light is gone and with it the hopes fade
It is another step the say
We have to continue on
We might still make it
Some lose and some laugh
Some die and some live
Is there any difference?
If you feel it’s gone,
It’s over you might well be dead
And so the war of thought wavers on instead.
Part I of the war saga (11/07/2003)