I raise my voice and the aimless palaver shall be hushed,
I raise my voice and my words shall be heard,
I raise my voice and my words shall fill your ears like meltwater in the spring, silencing the whispers of foes.
The tears I shed washed out the veil I had before my eyes and I can see.
The fire I went through tempered my will and my fear was prostrated.
I stand before you and my doubts are crushed under my feet,
I stand before you and I throw down the gauntlet to yours.
The worries sat around your temples like a murder of crows
Say a word and I shall turn them into a cloud of smoke and dispel them.
The pain carved deep lines into your soul, leaving it bleeding,
Say a word and I shall put a balm on your wounds, so they shall be healed.
You buried your heart under the spring shoots and they grew into a forest.
I uprooted it and found your possession. Say a word and I shall give it back.
I raise my voice and it shall not shake, neither now, nor till the rest of my days.
I raise my voice as I raised myself, from the ashes, burning coals and crumpled hopes.
I raise my voice and offer you the strength I found in my trial.
Reach out your hand and take it.