Verse

I seek no shelter from grey clouds that carpet skies above
I ask for no compassion from eyes filled with tears and love
I am not afraid of terrific rain that threatens to pour
I will cherish each blessed ray, and then search for more
Till I soar, bleak lands below, above the heavy cloud
And the space I begged for, is everywhere around
Will I then forget the tough sacrifices made
Perhaps I will, perhaps, I'll give it all away