Shake away, reverberate and vibrate higher,
Rise until you reach the sun and through the cosmic fires.
Press on, keep on rising, just do not descend.
He who risks it all, lives off better in the end.
Some call me naive, others strong and brave.
But how can I not be that when I've felt death's cold embrace?
Laughed straight at its face?
Never feeling timid,
So close to feeling dead, but really feeling vivid.
Courage in my being,
Coursing through my veins.
Never have I ran away,
To do so is a shame.
To do so is insane,
To do so would be lame,
one way or another,
They'll remember my name.