There has been enough pain this year,
let the sun go down and forget your fear.
There has been too much pain these months,
closing doors and straightened mouths.
And there has been too little love in time,
compassion gone to ground to hide,
there have been shadows against the wall,
that light will not touch and then dispel.
So let us take torches down into darkness,
take arms and forwards press.
Purge the wound at the heart of the world,
act sweet and be bold, but not too bold,
Burn the pain and burn the darkness,
Burn the endings for new beginnings,
Confront your fear and pain unceasing.
No monster's slain if you're in hiding,
come out, come out, in brightness singing.