Casting my faith aside,
I willingly accept this daunting endeavor.
Unaware I've been made blind,
Oblivious, my mind is severed.

The burden proves to grow too great;
My knees tremble, my chest heaves.
There seems no escape from an atrocious fate,
Until I find something in which I believe.

As warm sun cleaves a frigid, dark night,
My burdened soul is transformed
From a melancholy, heaving sight
To a dame with a shining cruciform sword.

My newfound faith relieves the pain,
Makes me beam, quicken my gait.
Cruciform sword in hand, I gain
A weapon to defy that atrocious fate.

It is faith alone which walked me through
The dismal days of my life.
One thing I now know to be true:
With ceaseless faith, comes ceasing strife.