As i sit in my room pondering the path of life
Try to seek the honorable ways by the end of the day
Coping with the variety of opinion my ear has perceive
Frightened, cause im aware of whom, and who deceives
But the thirst in my sprit makes me seek
God who inhabits in me, i just needed to believe
Confusion slowly invade my spirit
My mighty desire become rapidly insipid
I apprehend a attack that just has arose
If i didn’t know anything else i knew i wasn’t alone
So i put my armor on and fight with my sword
I confuse the enemy by praising the Lord
Attack came when he think weak
Anger i don’t show i remain meek
The devil is over rated when he think he can win me
The word let me know my father is king of kings
It let me know where i stand and need to go
Im going above which is far from below
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