11 candles
Dimly lit lined up on the mantle
I'm well equipped
But checking out all angles
Which way to run
I don't know
But I'll handle
Whatever comes
Limping twisted ankle
I wrapped it up
But still not feeling ample
Till the job is done
I must push on & battle
I got no gun
But still feel comfortable
I carry on
Eyes to heaven
I feel no fright
Trust in my God
With all my might
I'm not alone
This one way flight
With all my might
I fight