Martyrs and Thieves

There's a place in the darkness I use to cling to.
That presses harsh hope against time.
In the absence of martyrs there's a presence of thieves.
who only want to rob you blind.

They steal away any sense of peace tho I'm a king.
I'm a king on my knees. And I know they are wrong when they say
I am strong. As the darkness covers me.
So I turn on the light and reveal all the glory I am not afraid.
To bear all my weakness, knowing in meekness, I have a kingdom to gain.

Where there is peace and Love in the Light in the Light, I am not afraid.
To let your light shine bright in my life In my life.
There are ghosts from my past who have owned more of my soul.
Than I thought I had given away. They linger in closets and under my bed.

And in pictures less proudly dis-played. A great fool in my Life I have been.
Have squandered til pallid and thin. Hung my head in shame and refused to take blame.
From darkness I know I've let win. Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?