Tá mo chuspóirí íon agus tá mo thoil láidir. Le cumhacht na strofalos, an pheinteacail, snaidhm na gcailleach, an tríchealaigh agus an trísceile, déantar mo thoil. I am not fixed, I am not still I shift, transform, become at will Each cycle turns, each scar refines The shape I take, the truth that is mine No end can bind, no birth contain The spiral moves through joy and pain By growth, by change, by shifting sea I am becoming endlessly I weave my thread with steady care No fear can fray what I prepare Each choice I make, each truth I bind Becomes the strength within my mind With patient hands and spirit clear I shape the path that draws me near By will and wisdom calm and true I weave the life I am walking through Tá mo chuspóirí íon agus tá mo thoil láidir. Le cumhacht na strofalos, an pheinteacail, snaidhm na gcailleach, an tríchealaigh agus an trísceile, déantar mo thoil. I carry keys no fear can hold Forged in courage bright and bold No locked door keeps me from my way I turn the dark and meet the day With steady hand and spirit clear I step beyond what once drew near By will and wisdom, flame and art I open power in my heart I do not chase what is meant for me I stand in calm authority No restless thought can rule my flame No passing storm can shift my name With centred breath and lifted eyes I meet the world awake and wise By inner law and spirit bright I move with power, bathed in light Tá mo chuspóirí íon agus tá mo thoil láidir. Le cumhacht na strofalos, an pheinteacail, snaidhm na gcailleach, an tríchealaigh agus an trísceile, déantar mo thoil. I rise to meet the road ahead With steady soul and courage fed No shadowed thought can turn me back I walk with strength through every track With open eyes and grounded grace I claim my time, my path, my place By breath and will and inner light I step in power whole and bright I open doors no fear can close Where wiser strength within me grows No borrowed limit bars my way I choose the dawn, I choose the day With steady hand and seeing heart I bless the place where new roads start By courage held and doubt undone I walk towards what I will become Tá mo chuspóirí íon agus tá mo thoil láidir. Le cumhacht na strofalos, an pheinteacail, snaidhm na gcailleach, an tríchealaigh agus an trísceile, déantar mo thoil.
