Rise

Why we dance all night,

On the tunes of our doubts,

Played by the demonic musicians,

Who come alive in the darkness,

To shatter the silence,

And create noises,

That disturb our peace,

And make us restless,

Only to drain us to sleep,

Where dreams replicate,

Similar scenes of horror,

Only to cause more pain.

It's time to play,

One's own tune,

Of joy and bliss,

Of courage and willpower,

And shun all fears,

All doubts and anxieties,

And finally rise, rise, and rise.