I am not the world's best poet
I hardly even rhyme
But I am writing from the heart all of the time
Sometimes it is more than words I am trying to match up
It's to capture the whole feeling of being down and casted out
The world does not accept these people like me
They spit and curse and thrash at us and laugh out while we bleed
But I don't care about that when I have God on my side
I worship him and him alone for holds all my pride
And he stands alone
Above all else he stands alone
Above all else
I am not the best man to take advice from
I'm a sinner, I'm a rebel; I'm far from the only son
And into the mist I find myself whispering loud
And I ball my hand into a fist screaming
"Devil come on out"
Because I have no fear when God upon my side
I worship him and him alone like a groomsman to his bride
As he stands alone waiting for his love
He stands alone