In far away places where evil dwells and toils

Lay shadows of man, resplendent, brave and true

And within his heart remaining thus unsoiled

There sings of stories told, of love in bloom

Beyond the means of love, not grief, but pain

Towards echoes of loss, untold, concealed;

There’s yearning there, in spades, in turn again,

The shadows hide what courage’d thus reveal

A primal scream, a wish so bravely spoke

That demons fiercely hide what light should touch

Who knew that cries so strong could be awoke

From dark to light, emotions say so much.

To overcome – a task – a fight to win

By heav’n, or fire, or both, in spite of sin.