I was thrown into this pit of darkness

This is a lions den who are ready to strike

Day after day they pounce

I'm covered in scars and blood

I can't fight these lions on my own

They constantly wait until I'm at my weakest

Then they drag me to the ground

I'm tired of fighting these lions

I wish I had the faith of Daniel

Who got on his knees and prayed

I wish I had the courage of Caleb

Who never doubted his God and followed him without question

I wish I had the strength of Samson

Who killed 1,000 men

But none of these men walked on their own

These gifts were given to them by God

Dear God

I'm tired of losing vigilance

Just another animal

Is what teachers and classmates say

Man is just another animal

No wonder suicide rates are skyrocketing

We have it ingrained in our minds

That there's no difference in our kinds

Our lives have no more importance than a fruit fly

But don't worry if my teaching got to you

Remember that there's a suicide prevention hotline you can cry too

And once the pills and therapy makes it so you're not quite suicidal

You're good too go

Your oil and water are fine

So go back to your life

Be a good clone and be like everyone else

Climb the financial cliff

Don't worry about your family

You can't afford to spend the time with them

Just keep making that money

Live for yourself

Make the money

Get that mansion

Get that Ferrari

And when your old and regret forgetting your family

Just remember you've got your stuff to comfort you

Summer friends will give you a smile as you walk down the hall

They might hang around when things are going good

But when the good gets going

They're the first to burst through the doors

Don't surround yourself with friends who will only be friends in the good times

Winter friends will stand by you when things get hard

Winter friends stand with each other like soldiers.

A band of brothers and sisters

Surround yourself with winter friends

They're there

Every day I wake up and put on my armor

I strap my sword to my side

I cling to my shield

As I walk onto the battlefield every day

The enemy whispers in my ear

Everything is hopeless

What's the point?

Just drop your sword and lay down your shield

It doesn't has to get any bloodier then this

That's when I realize that those demons are right

It doesn't have to because my God already won this war

I'm merely pushing forward from victory

So I will raise my shield high

I would rather come die and be brought home on my shield then drop it and run

I will draw my sword

And I will fight until my last breathe

Will you?


I will draw my sword