truth came nocking at your door,
you gave no answer back.
light threw it's self at your feet,
but you let your life remain black.
and sudenly you are lost again,
because you refused to find the rode.
and sudenly you are tosed again,
to the ground by your heavy lode.
and sometimes i wish that you would give up your fight;
so you may take up the sword,
but wishing never got us any thing,
but with prayer i will gain my reward.