My Heart is pure and I still believe,
The good the true and the beautiful lead to happiness,
The base the false and the common lead to enslavement,
The most important relationship is the one with God,
The most important conversation is the one within,
When I was a child my heart was pure and I could fly,
The weight of the world grounded me as I sought after many things,
I sought to heal others but not to heal myself,
I sought to prove my own worth yet I was not sure to whom,
In suffering God showed me mercy,
In loss I learned who I truly am.
The enemies of truth and justice project their dark images,
Who will engage them? Who hears the call?
I have met them on the field they dishonored,
Because I was called they were vanquished,
Many do not understand the troubled heart of the warrior,
He is given a quiet place and seeks for peace,
Oh how terrible for his enemies that he might once again be called out,
Even moreso now that he might exchange his blessing for their curse.
He seeks a pure heart, he seeks a faithful companion,
How will the story now unfold?