force me to open my mouth   again because they know i don't want to   speak loud and make me feel like a boyscout   so hard to tell them you love them to   i can't give much if i punch back   at the one who hits first   trying to make me feel ashamed   because i'm touched   god help me see them   see my thirst      tensed   but still so calm   alright   leaning on your arm   beautiful spirit   talk to me   holy spirit   walk with me      they are liberated minds   i'm a narrow minded fool   why must it be   that a discussion is about beating   my mouth will be   closed if there's no one seeking      you know i'll be there   love is so convincing   my words don't come out right   i will stay but not fight   everybody believes in god   but no one believes in you   but i do...      i'm not ashamed