Atlas - Fellowship

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

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

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?

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