Written by Daniel Feldman

In an open rebellion,
shattered souls scour the streets. 
Honor lost, honor trampled, 
honor burdened by incessant retreats.

With dark forces encroaching,
decades of abusing their pride,
they remain ever so gracious 
in the face of evil tides.

We see in the very remnants 
the most honest skeletons reside
drinking tea and joyfully smiling,
with no need to go and hide.

And out of that great darkness
emanates a shining light, 
awakening those affected eyes,
budding flowers that forever rise.