Courage
Take my hand
And I will follow
Hear the strains
Of my tomorrow
Hear the navy
and the sea
Of the calling
Over me
Hold my hand
Let me stand
Take the lonely
Part of the midnight
Fast approaches
And the the calling
Is for thee
Hold tomorrow
In your hand
And the midnight
All for one
Take the torment
And the flame
Take forever
As the same
When the calling
Is thine own
And the dewdrops
Are forlorn
If you signal
That they have gone
To their calling
That’s the dawn
To their calling
That’s the dawn
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