Why persecute me, I've done nothing to you;
Does it help you to think I feel fear?
I'm desperate, crippled and begging for mercy,
Somehow this pleasures your ear?

The humor in this are the misguided thoughts
As the platinum sun glares the way.
The only solution is beyond the horizon
Which inspires me with little to say.

It's impossible for you to comprehend, a person's refusal to fight.
The battle for faith has it's own battlefield
And time will uncover who's right.