"For long lived a remnant, a remnant with voices loud and clear, loud for those who had ears to hear. Hidden beyond the hills, was the valley that kills. A candle lit in the night are those that sit, calling the trash for cash. Seeking the cold night for sleep, sleep that rarely brings a dream. A dream to shine, a dream to rise, a dream to breathe the breath of hope, a dream that knows more is to know, a dream for tomorrow."