Wrapped around the world, a haunted past. Incite the deepest joy, the future beckons With a hand, That bears no marks or signs of sorrow. There, forgotten, lays an incandescent path Leading to a field called Hope Which lost itself inside our helpless thoughts, Until a darkness came and took its hold. Yet what will our tomorrow look like now? Stark and ripe with our potential Dreams upon a dream upon a world that weaves its healing. Look to something new, To something more; A perilous yesterday burns and withers. And we are stars who sail the rivers And a hopeful world awaits. We are the dawn.