I am not ten feet tall and bullet proof..
Despite my every attempt, I don't know what to do.

I am weak, I get lost, I fall down, and I feel pain..
And every single day, I get back up again.

I hide behind music, I pretend that I don't care..
But no matter how far I run, You are still there.

You give me the strength that I can't find.
You fill me with Your love when I can't handle life.

I am not ten feet tall and bullet proof. Though someday, I will be.
When I become as strong as a rock, and know You're with me.

When I feel Your fire which burns as hot as a million suns.
And when I can finally show the same love as Your Son.

I will be ten feet tall and I will be bullet proof.
I will be a testament to Your love. I will know You.

The shoot out is over
guns layed down
one staked out his home
the other left town
a long walk ahead
but a deep hole behind
climbed up from the bottom
in just enough time
for the sand storm is coming
and the pistol-smoke is still fresh
he's leaving undercover
sand soon to cover his steps

A captain always goes down with his ship
There is honor in that, valor
Guns blazing as you sink, defiant to the end
I never understood where they got the courage
Found a cause worth dying for
Why not be captured?
Isn't prison better than death?
Those Lords of the high seas, they always seemed so confusing to me

I think I understand it now though
Staying attached to a lost cause
Because when you invest so much of yourself in something
It is really, really hard to let it go
So despite odds that most likely will crush you
You battle on, heels dug in, back to the wall
This love is a poison, and she will be the death of you
But you continue fighting the good fights; it is all you know how to do

We came into this world alone
We live this life alone
We depart to the afterlife, alone
No matter what we do or try
There will always be something preventing us
From truly being one with someone else
So we are forced to travel this journey solo
Others have the ability to assist
But the battles are for us and us alone
Win, lose, or draw
We march on alone
And that's pretty **** sad