When I have grown so weary
When I've hit the rocky wall
When my feet have all grown heavy
causing me to stumble
then to fall
I will rise bruised from the rubble
dust off the relics of my dreams
then I will beckon to my call and move on at any means
.

Say it on the sounds delayed
Breathe into me words so frail
I will take and turn them into one huge triumphic wail
.

When you have mowed me down
When you've counted me as out
I will be the one left standing in my faith
not shaking nor in doubt