Who would fight the good to the end? Who will remember the ageless fires, That fade in the darkness of evil? Who will rekindle the flame again?

What might would smite it in the brightest hour? What stories will be told, Of days they have long forgotten? What future would they have with no one?

How then would we go on? How could we see the rising sun, Not knowing if there would be a set? How could we find hope?