You fear the sun will never rise--
You sleep beneath covered skies
And your mind rages with love's loss, the lies.
Child: be.
Open your eyes where they have not opened before.
Will your heart to see the shining all around.
Stand and speak aloud against
Every despair that crowds
Like an angry leech, like the thundering leak.
Your words can call forth
The most humble of all glories:
They can paint the sunrise
God first gave us.
Woman, Man: tell your stories.
In so doing, cast darkness aside.
