I've been to places grimy as the city of sin no Jokers to grin as heartless as the man made of tin so I prayed to God to fight the fear and stood up on 10 while keeping faith in the most high to make it home once again.. my faith stands a soul that survived through the toll stories are told of walking through the valleys of shoal one heck of a stroll empowered by the Lord not to fold standing up bold to face demons darker than coal casting them out decapitated heads on a roll built up different but still I was made from that mold coming with slingshots and Stones like the Saints of old I wasn't taught to be a pacifist like some would desire I was taught to Stand My Ground while I'm summoning fire Chicken Little the Pharisees and even preach to the choir a witness of what they're saved from when Jesus comes as the sire trust in the Lord above I'm just a Wilderness crier