When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before I can see who I will be - what is my fate?
Before I accept who I am; the ceaseless raging hate surrounds me
I fear I may not behold the world but merely glance through its gates.

I am terrified of where I could be, what the future holds
Across the planet or still here in this lonely place?
Will I ever find the sunshine or forever endure the cold
Universe that teems with possibilities of love and haste?

Patience must be the key to finding myself and destiny
To endure each painful day, the calendar drips by
But as the clocks tick, I become me
The layers fall away and what I begin to see captures my mind.

I stand alone, from the shock my legs shake
My face is broad, strong, seemingly a mirage
Among all of the terror, chaos and noise that we make
One ounce of light carries me to victory, fiery orange.

As I look into the mirror, the fear that is held in my eyes
Is the future, the past and all the things I cannot rationalize.