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.