Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

With the light
I see the way;
I keep the fight
Upon each day.
I sense the cold;
Inside my heart;
I know my soul
Will not be torn apart.
I find this strength
Though I long to leave;
I stand the length
With the tide that be.
And with the hope
I stand this hallowed ground;
Learning to cope
With the growing sound.