I’ve lived a life of many twists
Of turns that went astray.
Down darkened corridors where shadows lurked
To haunt me along the way.
a constant battle with many foes.
A wounded soldier, oh yes am I
A heart pierced badly from blows.
And a faith, that must not die.
a suit of armor battle worn,
dented and missing parts.
a sword of steel dulled by war.
and holes of doubt cut in my heart.
Oh yes I am a fallen man.
Beaten down by the constant attack.
It’s difficult to lift my arms.
Dear God,
You got my back?
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