We may have yet not reach our glory. But I will gladly join the fight. And when our children tell our story, they'll tell the story of tonight. They'll tell the story of tonight.

Tonight . . .

Have you ever felt nobody was there? Have you ever felt forgotten, in the middle of no where? Have you ever felt like you could disappear. . . like you could fall . . . and no one can hear?

Well,let the lonely feeling wash away.

Look around,there's light.

There might be a reason that things might be ok.

When you reach out,there might be a hand.

So raise a glass to freedom
Something they could never take away
No matter what they tell you

Someone will come run & take you home.

Raise a glass to all of us
Tomorrow there will be more of us
Telling the story of tonight

Free from the shadows
And into the light

Because its only a matter of time . . .

Even when the dark comes crashing through
And you will need a friend to carry you
When you're broken & on the ground
You will be found
Freshness come streaming in
You can stand up & rise again
You just need to look around
And you will be found

So when your children tell your story

You will be found

They'll tell the story of tonight

Because you will be found

No matter what they tell you

Tomorrow there will be more us

To tell the story of tonight