| Here I stand, amidst the call |
| The courage I’ve been waiting for |
| The only thing I cannot do is |
| Nothing at all |
| Asked to hold the steady course |
| To leave behind those giving more |
| Do I admit the light within is |
| Dim at its core? |
| All my hopes, they burden me |
| To give away the very hope that drives my self-belief |
| If I don’t ask the question then I’m questioning the need |
| Oh, no one’s ever needed strength like me! |
| Here I stand |
| I’ve got my heart in hand |
| It’s made of oak and ash |
| Someone tell me, am I worthy? |
| Be at peace |
| Please help my heart release |
| All of this anxiety |
| Someone tell me, am I worthy? |
| Here I stand, with nothing but |
| These embers of the heartless one |
| I’m half-way to a hero |
| Half-way coward I’ve become! |
| Oh, now I’ve grown to this repose |
| To author all the days enclosed |
| As those I cannot change |
| Unless I change my soul! |
| All my hopes, they burden me |
| To give away the very hope that drives my self-belief |
| If I don’t ask the question then I’m questioning the need |
| Oh, no one’s ever needed strength like me! |
| Here I stand |
| I’ve got my heart in hand |
| It’s made of oak and ash |
| Someone tell me, am I worthy? |
| Be at peace |
| Please help my heart release |
| All of this anxiety |
| Someone tell me, am I worthy? |
| Oh, will I be worthy? |
| Will I be worthy? |
| Will I be worthy, or no? |
| Here I stand |
| I’ve got my heart in hand |
| It’s made of oak and ash |
| Someone tell me, am I worthy? |
| Be at peace |
| Please help my heart release |
| All of this anxiety |
| Someone tell me, am I worthy? |