i watch for her as she slowly
gets out of her car.
what goes through my mind
is how's her day so far.

she's battled through the day
surrounded by this disease.
this isn't a disease to put
anybody's mind to ease.

i pray for her as she walks out
to her car.
i have to remind my hero that
through it all she's my star.

my prayer to God is that He
reach out to keep her safe.
let her do her best to help
those who need her space.

trust in God more and more
each minute through the day.
He's made up His mind for
her so she'll be okay.

i cherish my hero for i know
she will do her best.
be proud to be the best to
help carry on the rest.

so i praise her, i love her and
i want her to be strong.
fight your battle graciously
and then you come on home.

we saw it at a distance
we didn't twice about it.
it wasn't our war to fight
so we let the fuses glow.

slowly the wind blew
death in our direction.
it came crawling slowly
it eventually open the door.

the panic button is round
it goes down with such ease.
when it reaches its destination
an explosion comes about.

life takes on a totally different
and new direction.
faith finds it's place like no
other times before.

lessons of the past still hasn't
found it's way.
future has no meanings until
we find the open door.

a hollow heart
nowhere to start
nobody is willing
to do their part.

a weary eye
a creepy sigh
faces startled as
they watch you cry.

a trembling hand
holding a reprimand
an unbalanced mind
nobody cares to understand.

a soul of scorn
trust truly unborn
a blissful heart
that's now been torn.

The days of green grass, white fences
are many miles behind.
The dreams of the good neighbors and
politics are so hard to find.

Nobody takes much notice of what it
takes to run the good race.
People refuse to help one another if
it takes up a lot of space.

Greed, self destruction and less loyalty
make up the golden rule.
Nobody seem to care anymore about
a child staying in school.

Run they say and catch as many *****
as you can.
Nobody wants to talk to a man unless
there's a million dollars in his hands.

Nobody can win a battle without the
willingness to fight until the end.
What good does it do for a man if he's
the one standing without a friend.

Some of them stood there talking bad
about me as the service went on.
They had nothing to say good about me,
they talked about the things I did wrong.

Some rushed the preacher to hurry up to
get this thing over with.
Instead of putting a rose on top of me
some could only conjure up spit.

Heaven they could only wish for me as the
choir sadly sang along.
Most of them wouldn't dare to wish me to
hell without clapping to a sad song.

Maybe the things they're saying about me
was the case I made for my own self.
Maybe most of them cried so many tears
when I was alive now they have none left.

They laughed and made jokes about my
mom because she broke down and cried.
Mostly all of them showed up at my funeral
to make sure that I had died.

Terror surrounds my house because
of the work she does.
I know she's the caring type and we
must go on, right or wrong.

It's not her fault nor is it the fault of
the man whose involved.
Our lives are at stake but to me it's
all for her, that's the amount of my love.

I cherish her because she means the
world to me and much more.
I have to do what I can for her and to
keep this enemy away from my door.

It's not her fault but she has to fight
this monster but not without me.
I'm willing to be the one who has to
face this monster but just set her free.

She's bold and beautiful and she's been
bless with courage from God.
I'll take on this terror to keep her safe by
asking God to not take our love apart.

So God I ask that You bring her home
safe and sound for me.
So that I can watch over and pamper her
until I know that she's finally free.

Somebody's standing in the window
and they're quietly watching me.
There's not a sign of any movement
but somebody is trying to see.

It's late at night and there's nothing
but darkness all around.
I can feel the presence of a stalker
and he's not making a sound.

Inside of my head he has a tight grip
and he holding me around my waist.
He's about to do something to make
another neighborhood case.

I tried to scream, fight and scratch but
I couldn't quite prevail.
He sent out an unwanted feeling of me
sinking down to the bottom of a well.

He's gotten the best of me and now it's  
much, much too late.
Mother told me to stay away from this
place because there was too much at stake.

The stalker's standing in front of me now
and there's nothing that I can do.
All of the things mother tried to tell me
they're all about to come true.