At times like these, at a lesser faith
There should be a young man with hope in his eyes
With a dream and vision
In a matter of haste
As true as the crow flies
As brethren fall, in such a waste
And the reapers come with sigh
With death at hand, In greater debate
One chooses to deny
He should long for love in a hopeless way
And to not seek or find
By the way the Devil seeks his prey
And all just like his kind
But hopeless now I should say
For until the end of time
There will be a young man
With a hope filled gaze
To make things seem more right
And stars will glimmer
As if never changed
With a careless kind of shine
While the sun beats down it’s gentle frame
Of a gold horizon line
Of right and wrong like ocean waves
Will always fall and rise
And of good and evil will have to wait
And hope it ends alright
But at times like these, in disarray
When hoping seems a crime
Into dreams I’ll slip away
To the only place I fly
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