I choose to live in Truth: the sounds of bells,

The songs of birds whose wings cut through the curse

Of time mundane. I sing-- this body swells.

Whose pain is this? Whose sorrow burns this verse?


I run to joy with power’s pulse and flow

With all the strength I gain and wonder too

I sit in caves of darkness, grow my glow.

I drown the lies the demons and the blues.


With light all things are possible and new

In fear I look outside myself for You

The tiger rests and cleans her ragged tooth

She waits for me to see as I regroup


But all warriors listen for the heart’s beat

I am the fallen comrade that You seek.