We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are
Erasing horror and disgust
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust
Before our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough?
.....

And I can feel the difference when the day begins
Like all I know is, "This year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
And start again, before the memory of the mess we've made