The Neverending Battle

I've fought a battle,
all of my years,
Been covered in glory,
And drenched in tears.

Never was I a warrior,
That couldn't fight,
That would war all day,
And through the night.

Yet everything is changed now,
and I've no strength at all,
I had lost grip on purpose,
And begun to fall....

Now balancing on a ledge,
between the dark and the light,
finding out how hard it is,
to do what is right.

The old dark life seems,
easier all the time,
but I try to stay on the straight road,
and win the battlefield of the mind.

I look to my left,
I look to my right,
there is an angel and a demon,
within my sights.

The demons offer seems so easy,
It seems like its the best,
then my soul screams,
"dont fail the test!!!"

I remember the old life,
with no worries and no problems,
And I recall that before,
I didnt care to solve them.

As I look to my left,
The angel reminds,
That the crooked road,
Is only full of lies.

I balance on the ledge,
Afraid to fall,
Yet the climb back up,
Seems far too tall.

I know its a matter,
Of life and death,
I refuse to die,
And fail this test!

So I'll start my climb,
Back to solid ground,
And win the war against,
Falling in enemy grounds.

I put my armor back on,
And prepare to fight,
Against everything that tries to keep me,
from doing what I know is right!