As I sit at the last gasp of another fading Day,
The trees seem to whisper as Time slips away…
Our Little Blue Marble,
This Precious Pearl!
A Gem of Planet that’s Lost in a Swirl.
Now, Nations they can conquer
But Demons? They can’t Slay.
Fighting darkness with darkness
Won’t keep evil away.
Every night in this that place we call home
There’s still no one to talk to,
No one’s safe to touch,
And so,
Endlessly We Roam.