Fight Into the Light

Gloomy melancholy conspiring expiring Where are the instances of inspiring admiring aspiring God I am tired of listening to the moaning All the hours and days of angry groaning Not my choice when i knew of it years ago When i looked up toward the skies little did I know That the rainbows would turn into shadows Thus wearily, sorrowfully I turned my mind away Best I could do was keep my heart pure in the light My soul as alive and fresh as possible each day Hopeful that the darkness and sadness will breakaway Keystone pipeline stopped YEAH!