The Sky Is Falling!

I'm writing you this letter to reflect upon the night when 
the world was lit by light and all was said in song. "Open 
the gates!" They screamed at last. "Tonight, in this room, 
we will have our final chance. Purgatory can wait 'til 
morning -- there is no fear tonight! The sky is falling, 
but we don't care. We'll still march on, and you can't stop
 me now." And so, we danced until the morning came, and, 
when it did, our hearts fell like rain. "Purgatory will 
come without warning, so dance without fear tonight. Give 
me your hand. We'll make this last. Tonight, we're free. 
Give me your hand and we'll forget the past. Tonight, we're
 free!"