Fellowship - Atlas

I am something ancient
I am something yet to be
This body is my chronicle and history
Sail beyond this heart of mine
Find life beyond its reach
Make me a mark upon this tapestry

Oh, how the gold of morning grows
apropos
To the fate that may fall at our feet
If I can stand I'll raise a hand to bear
the days unseen...

Save the knowledge and the knight
Pray that we'll be sanctified
Hope's enough to bear the sky
So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie
That sacrifice is justified
Oh, better yet to do than die
So bear the sky, these callused hands
of mine

Make of me a miracle
That I might better be
Give me enough, to be enough, to be worthy...
Fickle is the trust that I
In fables trust to see,
Hide these: the quivers in my heartbeat

Oh, how the gold of morning grows
apropos
To the fate that may fall at our feet
If I can stand I'll raise a hand to bear
the days unseen...

Save the knowledge and the knight
Pray that we'll be sanctified
Hope's enough to bear the sky
So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie
That sacrifice is justified
Oh, better yet to do than die
So bear the sky, these callused hands
of mine

I'll soon know if I can go to fight for
what my heart keeps hold
But if I try this gilded life with guilt imbue
'til I grow old
The avarice I see in this will haunt me if
I'm wrong
But if I stand and raise no hand then how
can I...How can I go on?

Save the knowledge and the knight
Pray that we'll be sanctified
Hope's enough to bear the sky
So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie
That sacrifice is justified
Oh, better yet to do than die
So bear the sky, these callused hands
of mine