Defeater

"if you're always running,
you ain't no kind of man.
face up your fears kid,
fight for what you take stock in.
out here on rolling hills,
there ain't no alibis.
only sweat and dirt,
only that open sky.
f you take nothing more
than these simple words,
with your head held high kid,
you will have your day.
you can leave hardened,
i won't think twice of it.
if you got a battle back home,
you got no reason to stay."
out there on rolling hills,
he thought of days back home.
all the pain and hurt,
his mother praying alone.
sleep never came for him,
no rest for wicked men.
in those starless skies,
the moon shined shame on him.
he found redemption in pale saints