Shaking, are these weary bones.
Trembling is this heart made of glass.
Quaking is the Earth beneath my feet,
as I take a tired step into the light.

I have hurt so long,
too long to tell.
This feeling is new,
so how do I embrace it?

I fall to my knees,
not sure I deserve it.
I have done wrong,
hurt so many.
Am I really here?
Or am I dreaming a great dream once again?