A fight within
Exhausting me
Good me or evil should win
I could be gentle,
Wise or still
But nobody knows 'bout
My fi-ight within
I tried to fight
This fire with fire
I tried to put out
This flame with tears
My soul contrite
But yet desires
To revel stoutly
In same disease
What is faith
Countering pride
What is chaste
Opposing mire
This thoughts're beehive
Stingin' grimly
Infirm my will is
And heart is blind
So every wish can
Make me weak and
Break and smear me
Can fool my mind
Cease and desist
My rebel soul
You sad misdeeds
That cripple you
Forget and leave
The ghosts you haunt
Delusive dreams
Inflict deep wounds
A fight within
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