He said this life is just the seed
Of what my soul can grow to be
And if I save myself from pain
How can I have a song or name?
I know that life is never fair
I don’t expect my foes to care.
But now I ask for promised strength
To stand upon my own two feet;
To face the fire, outlast the flame
To speak the truth under the blame
To feel the thorn and maybe cry
But not to run and not to hide
When death arrives, to count it naught.
Then, if I’m sold, not to be bought.