Why do you Mope, Oh my soul?
Do not fret, for there is still hope.
Do not be afraid, do not try to elope,
remember that there is nothing that you cannot cope.
Like the morning sun, you shall rise,
far away from all your cries.
Your warmth will bind the world again,
Vanquish your fears and let go of all pain.
You, the Campion, will bloom once more.
Beyond every known horizon you will soar.
So much to explore and so much to feel,
Don’t let the past to not let you heal.
So why do you still Mope, Oh my soul?
Hush the storm within you,
You are the way and you are the hope.
Remember, there is nothing that you cannot cope.