She rages against the fading of light,
Making the world less bitter, less dark:
Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.
When shadows are growing to ominous height;
When justice corrodes and leaves acid marks:
She rages against the fading of light.
Each time that she finds a victim in plight,
She looks for a flash of luminous arc:
Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.
When tyrants defend their merciless right;
When gaps still get wider, contrasts more stark:
She rages against the fading of light.
In stormy dark seas where money is might;
Where bankers and landlords feed like a shark:
Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.
Her fire gives me wings, her love gives me flight,
And helps me to face my fears of the dark:
She rages against the fading of light,
Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.
— Wayne Visser