It was a dark and stormy night last night.
Rain fell in torrents,
stabbing it's ghosts through the cold,
and straight through our hearts.
I've been waiting, in halfhearted sleep,
For a promise I half meant to keep.
Just for hoping that hope still flies,
wipe the sleep out of our sleeping eyes.
Fog that is lifting,
the spectre of dreams we once had,
speaks into the night,
Slumber is over,
sunlight is streaming through,
come into the light.
Hope has not forgotten me,
I'm waking from the longest dream.