I could let the world beat me or I could win by extraordinary measures
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I could let everything get too hard for me to take
I could see the future as something I cannot make
I could stop believing in all that I can have
I could stop believing in what God can give me
I could cry and not defy all odds
I could waste my time and pass the time for others to play
I could see everything wrong
I could feel guilt and pain and startfeeling the corners of life tightening
I could wake up i nthe morning late and drag the day into tomorow
I could spend the days useless
I could stop training to get in to heaven
I could breathe in anger instead of air
I could let my eyes seep into tears
I could give my eyes so the devil can see, through me
I could let my soul infest with misery and fury
I could let that same soul break into pieces with growing despair
I could sit by and watch my hands itch with lack of commitment
I could make the days so long with empty hours and short of power
I could take everything to waste
I could show weakness to its best
I could fail Gods test
I could try to forget that God is watching
I could trick myself to thinking that I am good
I could put my back to this faith
and in return faith will give its back to me
in return the world will give its back to me
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