A glow of hope that opens a door—

the knob not locked anymore.

The sun’s rays reveal what’s hidden in the mist;

darkness unclenches its tight fist.

The day is awake—

and so am I.

The world is calling;

I must reply.

I

need

to save

those

in need.

I need

to protect

those who

plead.

I need to—

I need to—

I need to be—

the one who helps those longing to be freed.

The day calls with its bright beacon:

the sun,

the light—

I’m who they’re seeking.

When the world screams out your name,

you do.

You do—

and not for the fame.