And we wept... We laid our hands on our fleeting dreams, and watched them trail off into oblivion. Will we have tomorrows? If we live through the night, the sweet sunlight may bring us new dreams. All of our sorrows will fade like the passing seasons. If we awaken in the morning, we have a chance of salvation. The hardest part is watching it all go away. Like a sinister thief, stealing our hopes in the middle of the night, we helplessly look on. Self-induced sorrow grips us as we patiently wait for the morning light. We can overcome our fears. We can make it though the darkest nights. And our tomorrows will be different from our today….  We must only hold on…