Stirring

Stirring

There is a pull toward the light

There is a draw toward the shore

There is a fearful, dreadful dawning

Which my heart cannot ignore

There is a hope that had been sleeping

Locked in a dream inside my chest

Now in the deep, I feel it stirring

Breaking my peace, robbing my rest

What does it mean? Hope like a tyrant

What is this Love? Love like a sword

They always said the truth was freeing 

Not that the Truth demanded more

Some distant whisper, rippling waters

Only I can't make out the words

Strong as thunder but soft as the breezes

Crisp like the call of a morning bird

Somewhere, a pain I cannot take 

Hints of a force too strong to bear

But if only it's not so strong I break

There is a future waiting there

There, in a gleam of white and gold,

There's a horizon, bright and bold

Here is a call 

      I can't forget

Here is a dare 

       that must be met 

Here is a promise to be kept

Here is a leap that must be leapt

Into the deep