With this change,
    A life, defected.
Out of my range,
    A face, reflected.

What has this come to,
   Why can’t I see
The beauty kept hidden
   Among the debris.

This flower of doubt,
   So pretty, and sad.
We’d be nowhere without,
   Our flower, clad

In a veil of shadows,
   A cloak of wonder.
Its petals, the clouds,
   Its roots are the thunder.

It’s for this which I hunger,
   For victory I lust.
This flower of shadow
   Our victory, a must.

A triumph of light,
   Darkness forgotten
The end of the fight
   A flower, now rotten.

I hope we remember,
   For ages to come
What we had forgotten,
   What we now, have won.