Make them stop, they won't go away
Crying, crying, dying, dead
My disquiet mind haunts me, taunts me
Shall I leave or shall I stay?

I welcome them with open arms
A knife behind my back
I'll fight them on my own
No need to fear, they're not even real

God will protect me, so He says
If only I will wait
But how long, I don't know
How long must I stay strong?

I want to fight the demons,
I want to make Him proud
I'll wait no longer for His help
My willingness to wait is gone.