Trials and trying times we have
Young hearts beating down a burnt race track
You know I’d bet on yours
The man with a plan kicked in a few locked doors,
And stumbled through the frame
The angel he’d seen in his dreams
Cried tears that fell to his name
Written on the floor
It’s nobody’s fault,
So what are we fighting for?
I would’ve given my all,
Then just a little bit more
Biting the hand that holds
Will turn it fair and cold
In defense