There are hopeless tears of grief and sorrow

And yet the dawn will come tomorrow.

The skies are dim, the world is hollow

And yet the dawn will always follow.

The hopelessness, with carving knives

Recoils in pain when dawn arrives

Its festering in mortal lives

Will all but die while dawn survives.

The blackened sky will light once more

From endless field to calming shore

Cry now in darkness, cry 'til you're sore

The dawn is coming, just like before.