I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who was looking down at the sea,
From head to toes, it believes it's unworthy,
A body of shame and mismatch.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who looked up at me with a somber smile,
I knew it's plans to leap off the ledge,
But I hold it's hand and carry it back into the forest.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who seemed to ponder why I was doing this,
I had to see if it could be who it needed itself to be,
Who's body was no who it needed to be.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who saw what I was doing and cried of joy,
My hands once black, turned to green.
Who I needed to be was in front of me.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who smiled and held my hand,
As we walked above the sea to the island.