Seven seas that swerve with disease,
Like the seven lands that live in sin,
Swerving sands of time to make a chance or change,
Darkness has raised its hand to sweep away the light.
But the light...the light,
The light stretches out to brighten the night,
In the dawn a light comes with a new day,
A new hope, another chance, another change,
To bring back the beauty of the light.
-Anna 11/13/96