In ancient days of olden lore,
When knights were brave and battles wore,
The heart was oft in turmoil tossed,
With feelings deep, so long embossed.
The tempest of emotions swayed,
And made the soul in darkness stay,
The mind was filled with constant pain,
As if in chains, forever chained.
The laughter of the heart was still,
The joy of life, forgotten thrill,
The tears of sorrow filled the eyes,
And choked the voice with endless sighs.
But then a beam of hope appeared,
A glimmer of a brighter year,
And in the darkness, a small flame,
That lit the path, and called my name.
The winds of change began to blow,
And all my fears and doubts did go,
The light of hope shone ever bright,
And guided me with gentle light.
And so I rise and leave behind,
The shadows of a troubled mind,
And walk the path of newfound grace,
With hope and love, in every place.
And though the winds may rise again,
And feelings deep, within me then,
I'll stand tall and face them with grace,
With hope and love, I'll find my place.