Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling…
To thy self be true
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not…
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling…
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not…