No shame in what has been before
the world, it turns the same.
Foster the learning that lay in store –
looking back from where you came.
A night of the soul will test you, boy.
The world, it works that way,
The cold hard nights will steal your joy
unless your demons are slain.
Soaked and strong, then face the sun
and stand before your life.
Walk tall amongst the boys that run
and finally, sheathe your knife.
The world is yours – to those that brave –
the fierce, dark nights ahead.
The truest treasures lay in the cave,
though its deeps are filled with dread.
But you, young man, have faced the worst,
you fear the pit no more –
the treasure waits for intrepid souls
unafraid to leave the shore.