Wipe your eyes, keep your gaze keen
Your people need your vision.

Lift your chin, your head held high
Our paths bear our decisions.

I kiss your brows as I depart,
I know there is pain in your hearts.

You'll be fine, this promise true
Remember: I believe in you.


Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 11th of Severin, in the year 21 AC.