Always something to fight, I just stumbled through life, I stay true to the light,
Test me and I might, try to live up to spite, but I know that ain't right, so I stay out of sight, in an attempt to be nice, and I'm flying a kite, and the wind is my guide, as long
As I fly for there's, faith in the sky, dream of a place without lies, people with perfect eyes, ears, hearts, and minds, but our perspective is bent, thinking that love is ill-spent
when we forget, we ain't entitled to the path of our righteousness

I ain't playing with you this time, I'll do what I say and shine, spent too long on the past and worrying, now I'm certain and I'm gonna do my thing, oh they didn't think that I was serious, I make music to my ears ring, ran out of excuses why I don't, now I'm here
just reaping what I sow,

Thoughts are like guests in the houses of our minds, we can
Choose which ones we open our doors to, and which ones we decline to entertain, just like
Human visitors who refuse to take no for an answer, we might find that some negative thoughts

Persist in trying to push their way in