The Path

All the wrong words, the noise around
or the strongest winds, 
can't separate you from sound.

The highest of tides will not stop you.
The biggest of trolls can't move you!
This is the PATH.

The thunderstorm won't touch you,
The dust won't enter your eyes.
The enemy always look surprised...
You!? Here!?

The sword is berried deep
on the ground
because the battle is nowhere
to be found.

It's an inner struggle,
of faith
Dream, believe, name it
YOU are worthy, claim it!