Tell them if this dream were too big for me,
I wouldn't have woken from my sleep in the first place.
It wouldn't be haunting me as though I were the only one born for it.
Tell them I did not rise from the ashes, only to kneel before the smoke.
If fire could undo me,
I would have been burnt long ago.
Tell them if I were meant to quit,
the ground would have claimed me long before I rose.
That l've carried storms at my back
so l fear not when the clouds turn dark.
