Is it easy being the only
one?
And doing what you could?
Is it knowing that when
life is done,
You did what you should.
And when the Hand of Fate
comes down,
And life comes apart like
glass.
Will the Rock get your
renown?
Or will your shadow pass?
Is it easier to venture
impossible,
When you believe the Light
at the end?
It is easier to free the
implausible,
When you know that you
shall win.
And then when all fades,
And you see the crystal
sea.
When you look into the
eyes of Grace,
A reflection you will no
longer be.
That instant will find you
done
And ease will matter no
more.
So take the gifted
strength to run
And find that eternal
shore.