Cry to the dark, lost in the night
Silently sobbing out of sight
Our tears shed our feelings most pure
The ones the which the world cannot cure
Drying our eyes, we will emerge
From the cocoon, our weeping purged
To share with all the light we’ve found
In the silence, free from all sound
That still small voice that moves the heart
Our Mover, our Reason, our Start
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