Somehow in silence there is song.
Somehow in darkness there is light.
Somehow in sorrow there is joy.
Somehow in weakness there is might.
Somehow the righteous seem broken.
Somehow the happy seem saddened.
Somehow the seeing seem blinded.
Somehow the chatter seems silent.
Somehow, the Way to each true good
is found in sacrificing it.
For only evils flee the fire,
while Good is purified by it.