I will never stop struggling against this thing that is me 
And when I feel as if I had enough and I can't breathe 
I will dig down deep, deep, deep
Into what makes the very heart of me beat on 
And to that rhythm I will march relentlessly

There are things that I don't see in the dark 
But I know they are there 
They breathe, they watch, they stare 
Waiting in hunger for me to allow the darkness 
To weaken my flesh 
But I am thick skinned 

I hear them whisper...
"What doesn't take you from this life, 
will only make you immune against it.
You have no reason to fear us" 
And they laugh, hoping I fall for the lies 
And my heart beats on and I stand and I march 
And I say back to them...
"You are wrong, What That Isn't There...
What doesn't take you from this life, 
Will certainly meet you in the next.  
Energy doesn't not change only the flesh." 
And I chose to have that energy that is not of you 
And I hear them scratch and scurry back into the dark shadows 
From which they came 

And although there are things that I may not see in the dark 
They are most definitely there 
So I covet my light
And that is surely
What makes the very heart of me beat on