Well, my spirit is not how you left me,
trembling cold in the dead of the night.
Gaining strength with the stir of the morning;
poised and ready to win the fight.
And I might be struck by lightning,
but that's the chance I take.
And if I choose to go down fighting
well, the choice was mine to make.
If you look past the dark you'll see
where the changes have taken me.
Protected and safe from all harm.
From the depths of my soul
In spite of the snow
I am warm.
Determined to break through the madness,
like pinpoints of light through the gloom.
As the joyfulness tears down the sadness;
laughter filling an empty room.
And I've spent a lifetime in silence,
treading softly upon the past.
Now I'm standing here strong and defiant,
throwing pebbles against the glass.
I'll hear echoes of faith on the wind.
And my heart will start beating again,
with a fire that refuses to die.
Out from under the pain,
In spite of the rain,
I am dry.
Mona Hilton, © 2003
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