In quiet moments, truth will speak,
A voice within, both strong and meek,
It hums beneath the world’s disguise,
A spark behind your searching eyes!

The winds may howl with harsh demand,
And shape you with a stranger’s hand,
But your beautiful soul, a lantern bright,
Refuses to be robbed of light!

They will draw a map, then point the way,
Insist you walk it, come what may,
Yet every step not forged in you,
Will feel like stones inside your shoe!

Don’t be the echo, soft and pale,
Of someone else’s telling tale,
You are the fire, not the smoke,
The dream that lives without a poke!

So, dance in ways your heart invents,
Speak truths that gather no pretence,
Let doubt arise, then fall away,
Your compass knows the break of day!

To be yourself in spite of fear,
Is courage ringing true and clear,
No mask can hold what dares to be,
A soul that claims its liberty!