Out of the light and into the night,
Coincidence blurs the line of what's wrong and what's right
It's assuredly a road of wrath, a road of fury
In the chair of the victim, they will sit, awaiting the jury
It's take and take, then take some more
Blood-soaked hands dripping on the sands in lands war-torn
Many will run, most will turn away
From the mild horrors their weak eyes have seen today
Yet more awaits, more in which we will never evade
Hidden beneath the floorboards, stowed away and afraid
And where have all the brave gone - are they hiding now?
In the depth of your eye or in the hollow of your brow?
Or have they gone - away from the cries of circumstance
Away from the long lines asking for a better ticket in the lottery of chance
As soon as the waters grow rocky, they're ready to jump ship
To loosen their noose from nature's firm grip
To cry at the challenges, to whine at the trials
To give up, to quit and then live in self-denial
Now, you must go and beg the dealer for a new hand,
To beg the captain to drop you ashore already-charted land
Has courage failed us all in the face of adversity?
From where does my invictus soul test its' paternity?
As the histories have shown and the writers have written,
Therein lies the darkness, up ahead and visibly hidden
In the face of the fates, we may be battered and bruised
We may be refused, in the dark and confused, a vessel to be used
We cower in the light, our heads bowed
In a state of unyielding surrender with the heart of a coward
And we cry to the skies, we plead for an answer
Ask for a circumstance that is far grander
But I will not shudder, I will not wince, I will stand tall
Though black and blue from circumstance, I've never grown small
I have been dealt a hand and you better believe it is one I will play
I will look in the eyes of the years that lie up ahead and away
I will not shout against life and her unsheathed blade -
Chance will continue to look for me and it will always find me unafraid
I will be unconquerable against the tide,
My soul untouchable against the great divide
I will not be condemned to accident, I will steer my own ship
And I'm quick to the trigger, ready at the hip
Should they dream of ever taking my sail down,
I will not cry nor will I drown
I will jump from the sun to the stars, I will live on the moon
And you will see my subtle smile when you look up on a cloudless night in June
I will fly along the winds, be the commander of my story
And when they whisper in condemned hushed tones, I will never say sorry