Presence

Anything is possible
Anything that's dear
The unarmed will trouble
The coward and his spear

Scorn will strain your soul no more
Yet unlocked will be a shuttered door
Yet unlocked will be

Age will plunder all you've won
Keep aware my unborn callow son
So keep aware my son

Anything is possible, anything that's dear
The unarmed will trouble the coward and his spear
Its point will harden flesh and soul
Pain will nick your rest
To challenge those who through failure arose
May their days be blessed