The Devil
He wants me to know
He’s watching my every move
And he’s moving real slow
He’s got something to prove
He whispers in my ear
Every one of my fears
But when the smoke clears
I pretend I don’t hear
I go to the mirror
He’s pretty vocal here
I always try to get near
But he’s a puppeteer
He tells me I’m fat and ugly
He says I look like a disgrace
I say ‘no hun I look lovely
Now please get out of my face’
Every time I’m in a large crowd
Or whenever I’m someplace loud
Or I fall for certain men
There he is again
He wants me to drown
He tries to bring me down
Uh oh I’m seeing red
He’s inside my head
I lay in bed to escape my thoughts
But in my stomach is the devil’s knot
My anxiety is keeping me awake
I don’t know how much more I can take
Just when I think I’m going to break
I get this feeling I can’t shake
It’s a pure and heavenly presence
An angel of honor and reverence
She tells me in a calm voice
‘Everything you do is a choice’
I say “how do I get rid of the noise?
Around the devil I can never stay poised”
The devil’s across from me snarling
And he sees my aura’s sparkling
She says ‘he’s a part of you darling’
I never heard something so startling
She takes me by the hand
‘This has all been planned
You‘ll learn to take a stand
Against everything that’s damned’
‘It’ll be hard but you’ll be okay
As long as you always find your way
All you have to do is pray
And angels will be on their way’
I gently lean into the breeze
I turn my head up to the trees
I pray the angels can hear my pleas
I pray for the devil to find some peace
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