when your hand strikes
i will choose to see justice

when your anger rages
i will choose to feel calm

when your ignorance spews
i will choose to hear wisdom

when your ugliness reigns
i will choose to know beauty

and my feet will walk a steady path
with friends and brothers by my side
with song and sunshine, moon and night
with shadow and firefly, twinkling bright

.::we rise above::.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 293 AF.