I used to wake up with a heavy heart,
Afraid to take a step, to even start,
The shadows of my doubts would cloud my mind,
Held back by fear, just biding time.

But one day I saw the light break through,
A voice inside me said, "It's time for you,
To break these chains, to let it go,
The world is yours, just let it show."

I'm the only one that I can be,
Imperfect, but finally free,
I'm gonna live my life, it's mine to own,
Mistakes and all, I'll stand alone,
If you don't like it, you can go away,
I'm done with fear, I'm here to stay.

I stepped outside and breathed in deep,
The world was wide and mine to keep,
No longer bound by thoughts of falling,
I heard my dreams, urgently calling to me.

With every stride I took, I felt so free,
The past behind me now, a new decree,
I'll chase my dreams, I'll embrace the fight,
In every dawn to come, I'll find my light.

Every scar, every tear,
Has led me to this moment here,
I'm stronger now, I'm standing tall,
No more hiding, I won't stall.

So here I am, just as I am,
No more shadows, no more scam,
I'm living free, I'm feeling grand,
What the hell, I'm me, and I won't be damned.

What the hell, I'm me,
I'm living free, I'm feeling grand,
What the hell, I'm me,
I'm done with fear, I'm here to stay.

Maker-of-Sevens In the scheme of things
From earth to star;
Thy cycle holds whatever is fate, and
Over the border the bar.
Though rank and fierce the mariner
Sailing the seven seas,
He prays, as he holds his glass to his eyes,
Coaxing the Pleiades.

I cannot love them; and I feel your glad
Chiding from the grave,
That my all was only worth at all, what
Joy to you it gave,
These seven links the Law compelled
For the human chain—
I cannot love them; and you, oh,
Seven-fold months in Flanders slain!

A jungle there, a cave here, bred six
And a million years,
Sure and strong, mate for mate, such
Love as culture fears;
I gave you clear the oil and wine;
You saved me your hob and hearth—
See how even life may be ere the
Sickle comes and leaves a swath.

But I can wait the seven of moons,
Or years I spare,
Hoarding the heart's plenty, nor spend
A drop, nor share—
So long but outlives a smile and
A silken gown;
Then gayly I reach up from my shroud,
And you, glory-clad, reach down.