Dark the hour may be;
and growing darker all the time.

But in the deepest of darkness
the smallest light shines bright;
its pallid glow enough to throw
off the blanket of night.

And through the inky blackness,
I will not stumble blind
but stride out with the vision
of eyes held open wide.

With saucer-plate pupils, I will study
these unfathomable depths;
and in the faintest light of dawn
I may find hope yet.

Chin up, and head held high,
never falter, never stumble;
never looking to the ground,
no fear I may tumble.

Once more into the breach;
once more into the fray.

Stride out, once more, into the darkness
and seek out the dawning day.