I find that I must force my way,
From the falling to the night,
To resurrect the dying day,
It’s clear I have to fight.
The look of suns glowing ember,
Removes from my soul,
The will to take part as a member,
In the fight to fill the hole.
But I know the time will come,
In future long ahead,
That more will brave the setting sun,
If we give up for dead.