What truth there is left,nwhat hope might still livenI think I can feel it,nI think I believe itnnWhat love might have lived,nwhat heart might still beatnI think I can feel it,nI think I believe itnnGone is the darknessnthat I once called my homenOr have I become it?nAm I still alone?nGone is the fear.nor at least so it might seemnIs this the one of which I knownI cannot dream.