sitting in the dark
picturing only light
drowning in the deep
with my heart soaring freely up high

knowing this stop is required
that without a bottom
there could be no top
knowing my endurance is noble
and for no reason should I ever give up

hope and belief are my bread
seasoned with love and genuine desire

to reach my goals, to have and hold
i first must walk through the fire

it may be hot and painful and bleak
but if i can make it through this, I’ll know I’m not weak