Shadows cast by moons will blaze with light, br And sunlight’s shine will darken all therein, br The stars will burn to bronze upon your sight, br And Gaia, too, will tremble through her skin. br Those born blind will cry with what they see, br The deaf and dumb will sing with what they hear, br The lame will dance to cure their malady, br The scared will laugh to frighten off their fear. br Within, your dark will flare to roaring flame, br The rage has waited long; you’ll see it ravage, br Wildness does not bow and turn to tame, br But sits still until its master’s ripe to savage. br When you break free, the world will break free too, br Sitting still, this is my plea to you.