Grey mists wander the darkness,
shadows brood over the land,
sallow ash is all that's left
of what I once was.
Where can I go?
What is left for me?
I have been defeated,
but there is one small thing...
One small glimmer,
a small flame of hope,
some glowing fire left –
I am not lost.
I shall rise again,
get up from the ground,
shine in bright colours,
spread my wings –
I shall fly again in all my glory.
