In between the break downs and fake sounds
I can hear the growing of nothing and it's silence
In between the heartbeats and nights sleep
I can feel the pounding the war drums and foot thuds
Hard against my will and softly eroding my demeanor
This pace I'll keep marching and this battle is hard won
My faith in this righteousness, is what keeps me holding on
Though storms, weakness and famine shall come
I'll stand tall and endure
I'll see this life done
