Cold
A reality of its own
Or the lack of warmth
I don't know
But I know cold
Evil
Is it a force of it's own
Maybe the absence of good
I don't know
But I know evil
Darkness
Is it the lack of light
Perhaps it's opposite
I don't know
But I know the dark

In my life, I recognize the struggle
For the good that I would I do not
But the evil which I would not, that I do
The sword within

Cold
A reality of its own
Or the lack of warmth
I don't know
But I know cold
Evil
Is it a force of it's own
Maybe the absence of good
I don't know
But I know evil
Darkness
Is it the lack of light
Perhaps it's opposite
I don't know
But I know the dark

In my life, I recognize the struggle
For the good that I would I do not
But the evil which I would not, that I do
The sword within

Heavenly father, be near
All my power's derives from you
If you don't lift me up and carry me
From where do I get my wings