He Who of Song Let Him Sing

Feet upon the ground Yet my body flows below me Drink deep like the sea Merciful rain, is always a part of thee Hands touched by fate Soul of thy feet, leek together with its mate David slayed Goliath Down with the devil, is what it takes Died with thy enemy and kept it how it was meant to be Yet scars of those tomorrow's left invisible scars of thee Scars..oh I have plenty Yet dead?? Twas meant And only sustained thee