I have kept from the path of my destroyers   As sour tongues raise to speak ill nothings   Heated breath activates nervous hairs on the back of my neck   Feed this fire as my strength becomes perfect through weakness   I will humble myself, you will fade away   I watched him crumble from afar, he falls asleep, goodnight sweet prince      Consistent and steadfast I battle my aggressors   Fighting not with my hands but in my heart   This sweet and silent defense delivers each blow in whisper form   Confidence through faith and the trail left by history   Those age old successors that have come and gone before me   Their success taken from the simple plan   Proof lies in the past and brings silence to my worries