When the head’s too heavy to raise,
When the four walls scream
The tales of your solitude
Eyes chase your soul –
That hides, that is fearful.
Dust and lines make up your existence.
Be your bulwark,
For the wind is wild.
Strengthen your roots
For you create,
Give voice to the words unuttered.
Be the man in the garden,
For there’s a nation of trampled grass
Be the lioness of the wild
For the lion capitultes before her.
Be the scarred beauty in the dark
When stars ornate your presence.
Be a warrior, shield,
The land of the forbidden angels.
Rise from the debris,
Into the proud sky.
Rise, yes rise,
Above the man.