Into the cave I drew,
A captive of my own ambition, 
Greed had forged the chains I knew,
Blind to purpose, lost to mission.

In the cave, I toiled in vain,
For enemies my past had made.
The cost of pride was clear and plain,
A debt I never thought be paid. 

In the cave, from scraps I claimed,
The remnants of a life I’d cursed.
What once had trapped me, now renamed,
Forging freedom from the worst. 

In the cave, I forged anew, 
A light within the blackest hour,
Not just a man, but something true,
A purpose born from newfound power.

In that cave, he came, 
A heart of light, a frame made strong, 
To take my ruin, shape my pain,
A savior in the dark all along. 

Out of that cave I flew,
With heart of light and wings of steel,
No longer bound to what I knew,
Transformed by trials that made me real. 

From that cave a light to carry,
A man made new by spark and flame.
Left behind the past be buried,
Sent forth to ever speak his name.