The spirit's willing, but my mind's not free.
With this dirt hard to get
I'm here to stay under the apple tree.
Then, on the day we met,

you tried your best to train me in your word.
Yet, I didn't play ball.
I saw my fear for your words felt deferred.
The beast sought my down-fall.

Only the kindness of our Father, who
sees something within me
keeps me from going insane. It is true,
He does not let me be.

His whisper is a melody of faith.
You give life from death.
I see my brothers, and I do not hate,
with my mate I share breath.

Now, I chose what to do and what to write.
Take note of what I say.
There's darkness fighting the glorious light
choose your side, walk the way.