I am something ancient
I am something yet to be
This body is my chronicle and history
Sail beyond this heart of mine
Find life beyond its reach
Make me a mark upon this tapestry
Oh, how the gold of morning grows apropos
To the fate that may fall at our feet
If I can stand I'll raise a hand to bear the days unseen
Save the knowledge and the knight
Pray that we'll be sanctified
Hope's enough to bear the sky
So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie
That sacrifice is justified
Oh, better yet to do than die
So bear the sky these calloused hands of mine
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Make of me a miracle that I might better be
Give me enough to be enough, to be worthy
Fickle is the trust that I, in fables, trust to see
Hide these, the quivers in my heartbeat
Oh, how the gold of morning grows apropos
To the fate that may fall at our feet
If I can stand I'll raise a hand to bear the days unseen
Save the knowledge and the knight
Pray that we'll be sanctified
Hope's enough to bear the sky
So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie
That sacrifice is justified
Oh, better yet to do than die
So bear the sky these calloused hands of mine
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I'll soon know if I can go to fight for what my heart keeps hold, but
If I try this gilded life with guilt imbue 'til I grow old
The avarice I see in this will haunt me if I'm wrong
But if I stand and raise no hand then how can I
How can I go on?
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Save the knowledge and the knight
Pray that we'll be sanctified
Hope's enough to bear the sky
So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie
That sacrifice is justified
Oh, better yet to do than die
So bear the sky these calloused hands of mine