� In the hall of my darkness, in the love of my light,
� In the shroud of my silence, I hear fight, fight, fight.
� In the sound of my breathing, there's a soft singing boat.
� In the grasp of my grieving, I hear groan, groan, groan.
� There's a time for reflection, there's a time for pain.
� There's a time for letting go, there's a time to let the rare fall down.
� On the revelation ground, on the revelation ground.
� In the scene on the movie screen, there's a message of hope.
� It's the season for listening, through the timeless time without scope.
� In the scene on the Instagram,
� There's a message of love.
� It's the season for reveling, in the quiet and cooling dawns.
� There's a time for reflection, there's a time for pain.
� There's a time for letting go, there's a time to let the rare fall down.

� There's a time for reflection, there's a time to let the rare fall down.
� There's a time for reflection, there's a time to let the rare fall down.
� On the revelation ground, on the revelation ground.
� On the revelation ground.
� On the revelation ground.
� On the revelation ground.
It's time to let the rare fall down.
In the hall of my darkness
In the love of my light
In the shroud of my silence
I hear fight, fight, fight