Been on the front line all my life,
First one in, last out of the strife,
Torn apart, then made again,
Lost in love, and drenched in pain,
Now, I know, without a doubt,
I will fall,
I will fail,
I have seen it all,
Win or lose it’s just the same.
And every time I am down and out,
When breath runs thin and fades me out,
No strength to stand, no will to be,
No fight left anywhere in me.
I hear a silent whisper, deep and slow,
From a place only my soul can know,
Wise men sought and kings once yearned to hear,
Was never theirs, yet it’s mine, so clear:
“Pick up your cross and follow Me.”
– Corporate Warriors