From copious ash of grave misfortune
I shall rise again and again
Despite the deceitful hearts of men
my candid nerves shall not be lost
nor set to waver by their lurid contempt
When jealousy triumphs
and her indifference scorns
I will quiet the clamor of my fitted soul
There is a noble victory in peace
It is a radiant covenant that governs all
As dire arrows fly without regret
and greed consumes my daily bread in disregard
this bare resolve shall grow in strength
I shall be of good courage
When fear attempts to steal my unmasked thoughts
bravery will shield them from theft
The sword of faith shall provide them way
Despite the deceitful hearts of men
I shall rise again and again
from copious ash of grave misfortune
When jealousy triumph and her indifference scorns
my candid nerves shall not be lost
I will quiet the clamor of my fitted soul
I shall rise