Anything is possible Anything that's dear The unarmed will trouble The coward and his spear Scorn will strain your soul no more Yet unlocked will be a shuttered door Yet unlocked will be Age will plunder all you've won Keep aware my unborn callow son So keep aware my son Anything is possible, anything that's dear The unarmed will trouble the coward and his spear Its point will harden flesh and soul Pain will nick your rest To challenge those who through failure arose May their days be blessed