In the midst of evil forces
And the devil's deadly causes
I'm focusing now on my strengths
And on no man shall I depend
I stand my ground, and shed no tear
When face to face with all my fears
The pain I've felt's enough to wear
My soul till I drown in despair
The soles of my sore feet are worn
The skin of my flesh, bruised and torn
But still inside, my spirit stands
Against works of the devil's plans
I'm but a soul stuck in the midst
Of arrows fired from the beast
But I stay, battling through this war
A silent, urban warrior
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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