Sword in the Stone
The sword in the stone, resting on the hill
Many try to pull it out, but few can
Pulled out, a legend is told of the man
For it was a prophecy, now fulfilled
I wrap my hand around its leather hilt
The weight from its past wielders, I shoulder
What if I end up as its beholder?
What if I’m not enough? I feel the guilt
I pull it, and it comes out of the stone
A sign of hidden strength I’d never known
I hold it up, it glistens in the light
Something inside tells me I can do this
I feel the soft touch of hope’s gentle kiss
I know that I can win all of my fights