Train my heart to echo truth when counterfeit advice is spoken
As I find my way back to the beaten path and forsake the way of the willfully broken
Minefield congregations like a swarm in a hive
Minds of mutual contempt calibrate by way of a rumor
Peering through their filter, perceptions formed by lies
As vision blurs when their eyes are their own tumor
Drawing on hope in the face of opposition
Relinquishing the fickle approvals of men
......
Train my heart to echo truth when counterfeit advice is spoken
As I find my way back to the beaten path and forsake the way of the willfully broken
Minefield congregations like a swarm in a hive
Minds of mutual contempt calibrate by way of a rumor
Peering through their filter, perceptions formed by lies
As vision blurs when their eyes are their own tumor
Drawing on hope in the face of opposition
Relinquishing the fickle approvals of men
......