Your voice can paralyze an army of jackbooted warriors with one soothing word.
Your words are the children of hope; pledged to my ailing heart.
Hope is an empty mirror, silently whispering her reflections into the wind.
If I could make all of these dance together; hope, love and fear, it would create a relentless whirlwind
such that could whip the disgrace of not believing from the faces of our souls.
