Praise be to the Lord, my rock! Who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
-Psalms 144:1

Fight for my heart. I breathe your breath..
Fight for my hand. I reach for yours.

My armor bearer stand strong. The shield of faith never unguards.

I run away! Run, Run, RUN! most of the time in a circle... I end up right where I began. Why does it come back?

I step over it, I feel strong.. I step back in it, I feel lame. This puddle is sure to deepen.

I find the answer. I swim to the top, I breathe again.
I FIGHT. MY FIGHT.

For you have already won the victory.