The Foe
Verse 1
Stand and face your foe
Broad blade in your hand
Even though not visible
You know where it stands
The foe doesnt fight fair
Hiding when you are strong
Appearing when you are weak
To attack you head on
Chorus
You need to stop the hurt
Thats crushing your very soul
Do you thrust the blade out
Or turn it on yourself
Verse 2
It attacks you in a frenzy
Withering array of fists
Dropping you to your knees
Surrounding you in a mist
You may get back to your feet
Force it back to a hidden place
Knowing its not been vanquished
Laying silently in wait
Chorus
You need to stop the hurt
Thats crushing your very soul
Do you thrust the blade out
Or turn it on yourself
Verse 3
Some says its invincible
Haunting you all your life
Some say it can be beaten
With a little pill of white
Some will fall to its menace
Dying by their own hand
The foe moving silently
To find its next prey
Chorus
You need to stop the hurt
Thats crushing your very soul
Do you thrust the blade out
Or turn it on yourself