When silence comes to surround you and the past riles up to drown you.
Call upon your inner wealth, when you have become a shadow of yourself.
Break through the disguise of all your own lies, separating the real, from all that you deal.
With baby steps face the wrong, and now the weakling is becoming strong.
Shake off the bitter cold, and that long Winters hold.
Remember what was so real, and how cotton cozy that made you feel.
Don’t ever think it’s too late, to reclaim your God given fate.
Mercy and forgiveness play their role, as pain, and sorrow take their toll.
What ever road that we must face, there is no one else who can take our place.
As we ride the tide, let us come clean not hide, our champion spirit that lives inside.