I will be~
I will remain~
Silent as any inland sea.
My personal, private pain.
But You, dare chase away the shadows!
But You, dare speak my wee name!
Who am I without a shroud?
Who am I shorn of my shame?
To awake, to bold face the sunrise;
To awake, and glory in the day;
May I shed this foul Darkness?
May I choose my own small, little way?
Will you help as I chance the outdoors?
Can you guide me to that brave heart of yours?
My hand in your hand,
My hand led by yours,
I can try.
I will stand, to face what comes;
I will stand to plead my Truth.
Tho’ the Dire Draft ever lingers—
And the Cold Doubt readies to spring;
But to breathe free and fresh
Means absolutely everything.
Yes, boldly find your path or voice,
And we can then marvel with thee!