Happy hearts and happy thoughts,
bring around a celebration of sorts.
Through the wind and tears of rain,
we can see the sun again.

Wishful thinking,
happiness sinking.
We are drowning,
before our crowning.

Kings and queens on earth we stand,
view of all is mighty grand.
We are proud to be ourselves,
knowing not the lies of pals.

We are waiting for a word,
word of wisdom long unheard.
Streamers flying all around,
bangs and crashes, almighty sound.

With our wands and spells and tricks,
we will mend the house of sticks.
Feathers flying round the land,
tortures happen with flick of hand.

Queens and kings gather here,
word of dark times draws them near.
Smashing over dreams and hopes,
darkens laughs and cackling gloats.

Wishes are sent through the land,
times are getting out of hand.
We are falling to to the ground,
words of wisdom, none are found.

Time as come to hold our stance,
before the evil make us dance.
We are losing all our hope,
hard times come, we do not cope.