When silence comes to surround you
and the past riles up to drown you.
Call upon your inner wealth
when you’ve become a shadow of yourself.
Find your way through the disguise
of all your own lies.
Separate the real
from all that you deal.
With baby steps face the wrong
and now the weakling is becoming strong.
Shaking off the cold
and the 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.
So as we ride the tide let us come clean not hide.....
our champion spirit that lives inside.