Maybe I should just give up.
Let the storm beat me down,
Just stop the fight and don't get up?
Accept the night and drop my crown,
Let my lungs have one last breath,
Then bow my head and welcome death.

Maybe I should hold on tighter,
Continue to feel, head up high?
Take the sword and become a fighter,
Fight the fight and refuse to die?
So I take my helm and notch my arrow,
As I enter in on the strait and narrow.