There is a man that I know —
For seventeen years he never spoke.
Guess he had nothing to say,
He opened his mouth on judgment day.
I listened with all of my might,
But was scared by the look in his eyes.
Like he'd already lost the fight,
And there was no hope ever in sight.
No hope in the air,
No hope in the water,
Not even for me, your life serving daughter.
I have seen men provoked.
I have watched lives revoked,
And I looked at my life and I choked,
And from there, no more ever has spoke.
Why fear death?
Be scared of living!
Our hearts are small and ever thinning.
There is no hope ever of winning —
So why fear death?
Be scared of living.
But I won't give up that quick,
My life is a candle and a wick.
You can't put it out but you can't break it down.
In the end, we are waiting to be lit.
There's hope in the air,
There's hope in the water,
But no hope for me, your life serving daughter.
Speak minds handed down to you,
By the lies handed down by your truth.
Your angels that dance at your will,
Will mask your scrambling youth.
I forgave you your shortcomings,
And ignored your childish behavior.
Laid a kiss on your head,
And before I left said,
«Stay away from fleeting favor»
Oh, pick up your rope, Lord,
Sling it to me.
If we are to battle, I must not be weak.
And give us your strength, World, and your food and your water.
Oh I am your savior,
Your life serving daughter.