Its hard to find the sunlight
When the cage they're in is black
Lost among the twisted vines
They've lost the destined track

Some tried to fight it 'till the end
Some tried to hide and cope
Some died to save the ones in need
Still all of them lost hope

Yet in all of them there is a light
That bleaches out the dark
And gives their soul a fight
Like the singing of the lark

Some things we know, never were
And things that might not be,
Although we can't be sure,
Only need faith so we can see