My Path

Trace my path with thorns

And I shall but dance

For what are thorns,

If not wicked grass.

Send tempest after tempest

And I shall but laugh

For what is a storm,

If not treacherous breeze.

Let there be scorching heat

And I shall but move on

For what is scorching heat,

If not a hostile sun.

And I shall not stop,

I shall not pause,

I shall not give up,

And I shall brave it all.

So bring what storm you may,

Unleash what demons you dare,

Cause what obstruction you can,

O ye gods from above!

For I have seen the gilded end,

Of this road to my goal,

And if it doth pass through hell,

Then so be it.