Penance comes to me on the eve Of the second coming, Awash with promise and horizons That have never seen the night. I know my own name clearer Than any punch I've ever felt; Or slamming door where I am Standing on the wrong side.
My name is Amelia and I am stronger than any storm You have ever weathered; More powerful than a hair in Your mouth, or smoke in your eye. I stand before you as Atlas, Holding up this world with the sheer Determination of someone prepared to die.
I can see the new world through The same eyes that used to show me Darkness more terrifying than the day, When light would fall into every crack, And bounce across every word I said. Now as I move to meet my maker, I do so calmly, yet without caution. I know my own name now.