My story is about being weak,
It’s about coming out strong,
It’s about making things right,
Where the men have gone wrong,
To do what should’ve been done,
I’ll pick up a sword in a gunfight,
What a pity on your petty demons
They got served in the dead of night,
They’d come at me snarling with purpose
Yet they were scared that I would bite,
They seemed so adamant looked ever almighty,
But my intentions stay evident what if I might?
I’ve done some things I should have not,
Cause I was prepared and I am sure you’re not.