On the horizon, the mountains rise as the sun falls,
The darkness takes over, as the light gives way.
The nighthawks come out to play, as the prey dwell in their hide away.
One after another the hawks leave their perch, and for the weak they search.
In the dark, the weak panic and hide, while the strong hold their ground and search for light.
One after another the weak fall and succumb to the hawks, while the strong gather in their flocks.
The darkness now oh so strong, conquers the weak but can not penetrate the strong.
For light conquers all, everything big and small.
No need to panic and hide
Keep your head up and search for light.
Because the nighthawks cannot conquer that which is bright.