A seismic sound fell down from the sky
through the star-knit night
How sweet the taste of it upon my lips
Though I struggled first and fought with it
A seismic sound tore through my ribs
Though the words were free
The large release of courage from my lips
Though I struggled first and fought with it
No more dreaming of the day
When I and strength itself would be one
No more fighting for that drop of hope
and bravery in my sternum
No more dreaming of the day
When I and strength itself would be one
No more fighting for that drop of hope
and bravery in my sternum
I could feel it on my fingertips
and in my bones that we've won