This will be my call to the hurting, to the weak and the undeserving. To escape from the one who has hurt them, the man hiding behind the curtain threatening fathers and mothers, promising that devoid of each other. There lies an end without a consequence failing to mention suffering his punishment beneath them. Pick yourselves off the floor and behold me. I have crawled through the fire but I'm only a guide sent to lead you and teach you of mercy. And grace that's bestowed on the most undeserving. I can't say that I see the value in hollow men like you and me, but I know that a voice cries out. We are worthy of living for more than ourselves. It seems as if escape is only getting further away. You'll always have the fire, use it to show you the way. And let it burn but don't ever let it burn away. Your dreams and ambitions, use them to show you the way. That they are more than deserving of being free and they are more than deserving of soaring on eagle's wings. To be free, free from this hell. This is my call to the fearful and weak, to the blind who have waited for so long to let them see. And to the girls who are beautiful beyond belief, and all the men who feel so undeserving of the strength. This is my call to take back from the liars what was taken from the grasp of the people so quick to believe that they're worthless when they're not. This is my call to the worthy of us. Rise up.