So, you cover your eyes and hide behind lies like a man under duress
Holding the darkness to you as a dress which you wear when you decide,
Attacking the world with your sins and persuasions; you are like a broken soldier.
Dancing back from the battle lines, a coward whose scared and full of shame
Either you act as a man and throw your heart out into the battle or you look ahead,
Decide that the world is not just a gift to you, it doesn’t work like you ordered it –you are the gift to the world and must decide how you will help your fellow man.