Fighting the Beast
I want to rise; I want to sit,
But my head
won’t lift.
I want to
rise; I want to stand,
But my
hands won’t push.
I want to
rise; I want to go,
But my legs
won’t move,
‘Cause
there’s something,
Someone
inside me, holding me down.
Then you cause
me to rise.
You cause
me to rise.
But my head
turns away.
I want to
give; to show some mercy,
But my
hands clench tight.
I want to
go, and take hope with me,
But my feet
always stumble;
There’s
still something,
Someone inside
me, holding me back.
Then you
cause me to care.
You cause
me to care.
How long
must I go ‘til the beast gives in?
How long? How
long must I be two persons?
How long? How
much more ‘til he’s dead?
But my head
builds idols.
I want to
love my brother like you,
But my arms
stick to my sides.
I want to
love my neighbor as me,
But I turn
and walk away;
There’s
that something,
Someone
inside me, fighting me back.
Then you
cause me to love.
You cause
me to love.
How long? How long will we fight
this monster?
How far
must we go ‘til the beast gives in?
How long? How
long must I be two persons?
How long? How
much more ‘til he’s dead?
You want me to rise;
You cause
me to rise.
You want me to care;
You cause
me to care.
You want me to love;
You cause
me to love.
And I am the beast.
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