I have kept from the path of my destroyers

As sour tongues raise to speak ill nothings

Heated breath activates nervous hairs on the back of my neck

Feed this fire as my strength becomes perfect through weakness

I will humble myself, you will fade away

I watched him crumble from afar,

he falls asleep, goodnight sweet prince



Consistent and steadfast I battle my aggressors

Fighting not with my hands but in my heart

This sweet and silent defense delivers each blow in whisper form

Confidence through faith and the trail left by history

Those age old successors that have come and gone before me

Their success taken from the simple plan

Proof lies in the past and brings silence to my worries