Sovereign Light Café.

-We want the same thing.

-I’m sorry, my friend, but we do not.

The end rushes toward me. Unable to eat, or sleep. Like Ewing, the mortal coil has become a noose.

Would rather become music.

“Enjolras, don’t go…”
“I have to. You know I have to.”
“Then I’ll fight there, with you.”

It is time for us all to decide who we are.

Fighting for a new world that would rise up like the sun…

Can you hear the people sing?

Singing a song of angry men?

It is the music of a people

who will not be slaves again!

When the beating of your heart

echoes the beating of the drums,

there is a life about to start

When tomorrow comes!