Between the skies of the day, and the light of the night
Behind every deceptive smile, and behind every unfeigned plight,
Between the confusion and crystal clear,
Behind every wrong, Behind every sincere right,
Between the martyr’s courage and the traitor’s fear,
Beyond every fight, and every sight,
In the times of a dreary night,
In the times of the whispering wind’s delight,
In the times of cold, and fright,
In the night, and my plight,

I wished to see light.