People lose their hope and faith in the morning
Morning can be cold and sad and grim
Minutes of emotion die in the dawning
Some of us may lose and some may win
Even if you lost the feeling
even if you lose the game
even with a lost illusion
you'll be never be the same
Hold on to the things you fought for
Stick to what you're bound to be
Never need a helping hand for
You can always count on me.

Even in the darkest night
there will be a spark of light
There will be a star
a patch of blue
as long as you keep hoping
Yet there is a time to come
People can be brave and strong
Then, if we can hold together
Then we can make our dreams come true.

Sometimes when the dream ends up into pieces
suddenly we try to understand
the madness of a war, the game never ceases
On and on it goes until the end
Think of all the merry moments
Think of all the happy years
Stick to all those merry moments
through the bitter taste of tears
Think of all the living hours
that your life is built upon
Memories that could be ours
Think of all the time, the good time still to come

Even in the darkest night
there will be a spark of light
There will be a star
a patch of blue
as long as you keep hoping
Yet there is a time to come
People can be brave and strong
Then, if we can hold together
Then we can make our dreams come true.