I have kept from the path of my destroyers As sour tongues raise to speak ill nothings Heated breath activates nervous hairs on the back of my neck Feed this fire as my strength becomes perfect through weakness I will humble myself, you will fade away I watched him crumble from afar, he falls asleep, goodnight sweet prince Consistent and steadfast I battle my aggressors Fighting not with my hands but in my heart This sweet and silent defense delivers each blow in whisper form Confidence through faith and the trail left by history Those age old successors that have come and gone before me Their success taken from the simple plan Proof lies in the past and brings silence to my worries