I have
other
things
to fill
my time.
You
take
what
is yours,
and I'll
take
mine.
Now
let me
at the
truth
which
will refresh
my broken
mind.
So tie
me to
a post
and
block
my ears,
I can
see widows
and
orphans
through
my tears,
I know
my call
despite
my faults
and despite
my growing
fears.
But
I will
hold
on hope.
