By Ryan Novak
Having risen from the shame, I find my place is still the same
Lost was a man whose light grew faint, he waited calmly for a saint
As he remained and none showed face, he searched for a brighter place
Further lost he grew his path so askew
Deeper in, his heart fled true
Further lost his path was bound, unto a place that held no sound
Looking up a shred of light, but could he even trust his sight?
To the knees all great men fell, before whom I cannot tell
A plague of dark broke not by might, it simply was a quiet right
Knowing not to where he stumbled
Looking around, his mind it tumbled
To see the self of never before, how could one be truly sure?
He cast his rock into the dark, he felt as if he came apart
To his knees once more he fell, forever in a prison cell
Having risen from the shame
He found his place, it was the same
In a rage he threw a blow, not a violent man, the dark made it so
Without his anger he was alone, but with it he could not hold his own
Again he decided he should rise, wiped the pain from his eyes
Looked again into the light
No more he said, shall I fight
From this day forward I can see, all along this place is me
The light, it was no longer dim
Looking deeper, he found it was him
All along this Prison cell, was just himself he could not quell
Standing now tall and proud, loving all the world around
Having risen from the shame
He found his place, it was the same.