This pace is staggering me. Never stoppingever wandering. Atrophy prevails. Our days are numbered, our seasons fleeting. How many days, how many waking hours, sleepless nightshave been spent wishing you had the strength to rise above what cripples us? Doubt floods our minds, our soulsbattered by its waves. Shouting the call to armsyour voice echoing. Now we can sing as one. This cannot be living. This is only prelude to being alive. The sound of reflections shattering. Shouting the call to armsyour voice echoing. Now we can sing as one. I no longer see shadowI no longer hear its voice. All our cries will echo with victory. And we are not ashamed to shout aloud in this time, our new beginning. We will raise our voices high.