Some heros are born some are reluctantly made

I reclaim all of our pain as my own so you can once again see the way to my warmth.
Yet as we sail, seas of ice shatter against our helm.
Breaking forward inch by inch, inch by bloody inch,
towards our land of promise that I have not felt since we left shore.
We can't see through this mist. We may be lost but look to me.
Just look to me.
YOU KNOW ME, I'M FINE,
BECAUSE WE NEED ME TO BE ALRIGHT.
I too feel this stinging grasp.
Before this discord becomes our melody we will pass thought the eye.
I know it's foreign now, but we will smile again.
Through this fog I see who we are.
YOU KNOW ME, I'M FINE,
BECAUSE WE NEED ME TO BE ALRIGHT.