At the edge of my will
At the edge of my will...
In a moment least tranquil..
A soldier needs a drill..
Standing atop a hill...
A goal so near ,craves..
A fear so deep ,enslaves...
And speeds up a turmoil inside..
The destination shall take no sides..
Like a leaf floating in the wind..
And a void wandering haywire
A stream flows twinned...
As a dream gazes by...
I see a magic unseen..
I witness a strength unknown..
A blessing rises, draped in sheen..
A new person inside has grown..