Wake up, dear souls, wake up I say

As reason calls out, each passing day.

Yet we are blind, and cannot hear

And with each day, so grows our fear.

Our hearts are weary, our eyes are dim

We're lulled to sleep, with each new whim.

Until the day, when terror strikes

And all our hopes are turned to frights.

We try to flee and escape our fate

But yet, alas, it is too late.

                                Elizebeth Leonard