Bold and pure

Courage comes in colors rare at anytime and anywhere; Some are called to stand up tall, others will lift up those that fall. Hope still feeds the seeds of grace which bloom in the heart's barren space; Point to point the breezes drift, Bringing, at last, spirits to lift. Storms will rage through the dark times which break both bodies and the minds; Strength will come to those reformed and holding faith since they were born. Wonderlands of youth explode into blazes from days of old, And as those days slide behind the memories will be lost to time. And then there comes a brand new light which makes it through the dark of night; Gathers up those insecure for it be love so bold and pure.