To Glory

Nevermore to be held back,

by those who would corrupt the soul.

My heart won’t corrode,

like the cliffs that crumble into the sea.

The silence on my lips is no more,

I’ll shatter the air with my cry.

More than the moon will hear me howl,

when I inhale the mountain air.

Up in those high peaks,

the sun’s light never goes dim.

My foes far below will forever hear my voice,

echoing through their blinding ever-dark.

I dreamed high up,

while in those blackened woods beneath me,

And I followed my hopefulness on stony hills,

to bask here in the light of ever-glowing Glory.