I found a pen in the darkness, where you left me. Words they found me beaming, when the soul cried out for meaning. It was not the violence, but the constant undermining. Through the cocooned gas and dust, a hand swept. I saw the stars. The same hand that broke the boom and saved the apprentice boys? Unlike Kent you won't tear me apart again. I'm a man with my fist raised high. Aye ready! No longer you make me cry.