The drums are all beat, declaring defeat, before the army might have won.
And those who embark to live in the dark see shadows where there are none.
Light begets light, and a pale truth of right shall always be what remains;
Yet dismal masses in fear always are near
And force the righteous gleam to wain.
Those aiming to share in a frightful despair
Are the loudest of all to speak:
For the deaf and the blind always shall find
The horrors wherefore they seek.
My freedom is wrong, it doesn’t belong;
So in Sununu I will have faith…
So I’ll stay here alone, here in my home,
Until he tells me that it’s safe!
