My past imperfect,
but my strength is real.
My creation isn't flowing,
but my heart can feel.

My strength isn't large,
but I have power left,
to order nature by love,
in beat with my breath.

I had been afraid
that I'd fail from the light.
But now I'm more scared,
that I'll sleep through the fight.

So hear now as I call to you,
Walk through your fear,
and do what you can do.