believe

fight it. 

don't deny it, 

supply it

or fry it to death on your death

bed of lies-- i've 

tried and tried 

to see this thru,

to see the blue through it all,

not to fall, to believe in it all

but in the end, my only defense is Him.

He's the only one that can say whether I'm right or not...

I can't even defend myself satisfactorily.

there's not one thing i can say or do to make me see

the real me inside, the one that hides 

when the other is around, 

keeping me from

hearing the sound that i need to,

keeping me feeling blue and without a face,

without a trace of emotion or commotion for the Right.

this fight will be won, not on the battlefield of will,

but on the battlefield of trust.

do you,

or not.

that's the only question, love.