Time and time again
they came for me, only to
fail; yet they still come.
In the dark of the
night, whale I lie in my bed,
I can hear them wail.
They come for my soul;
they come for my heat, for I
am spatial indeed.
I cannot sleep, nor
can I dream, for when I do,
they enter my mind.
I've had enough of
them, they came for me last night;
I fought fear with fear.
I fought them with fear,
but not mine, theirs, the light
in the darkness.
My demons are gone;
they retreated to the dark,
to hell with them all.
I live in the light,
darkness dies not to come back;
I'm a child of light.
I have a father,
he loves me so, more than I
know; I am at peace.
Sundays His day, the
One Who Loves, the One Who Saves,
us from endless dark.
