Yeah shit is bleak - we've seen it and worried, our timid leaps get knee-deep and buried, entire weeks where I swear I can barely rise.
Electrical fits, tantrums and prayers, pride un-does what mercy repairs, the pits of this, toss a match to it and start again.
The absence of light is its own stubborn light - no light is a light, no light is the true light, and there is no light so there is a light so there is no light so there is a light!
Though we've been denied too much hope in our lives let tonight be the night when it ends.