Imagine this:
You spend most of your life in a cave of a dungeon.
Steel bars embedded in stone
A ramshackle cage.
You’re starved, pale, worn...
But you dream.
You dream of light and majesty.
You dream of more room.
You spin silent tales of rescue
Of someone coming to save the day.
Now, imagine this...
One day, they do.
They open the door, scoop you up.
They carry you away.
They hold you in their arms, take you all in,
And smile.
Delight lights their face,
And you find yourself in the most beautiful valley
Wide open space with mountain surround.
None of your dungeon-dreams could even compare.
But you’re still pale and work.
Weak from years of captive stillness.
You begin to fear
Enemy mounts on the heights above
Arrows poised in the shadow of the sun.
You tremble
You try to catch sight of your cave
You fret
You buckle
You know
You know, you know, you know
You aren’t fit for a life like this
Majesty, light, open space.
You don’t deserve more room.
But, imagine this:
You feel their hand in yours
And they smile.
Delight lights their face.
Even with enemy on the heights
They prepare a banquet celebration.
They lead you to your wide open space.
Blue sky above and soft grass beneath your feet.
Now imagine this—
Even as arrows whistle through the air all around,
Instead of retreat, you take their hand
And dance.
