As I travel through life by the wings of my wits
No weapons formed against me shall prosper
As I look to the heavens for guidance I plead
That no weapons formed against me shall prosper

In the midst of trials and tribulations met
Hope seems to gust away like a breeze
Confidence declines and uncertainties emerge
Leaving worries with no means of being eased

Confusion appears inevitable, yes
With an inner voice concealing what I should do
Am I traveling in the right direction? I ask
The voice says nothing. I go nowhere.  Hope seems through

Yet I continue to strive.  I continue to breathe
‘Cause no weapons formed against me shall prosper
Yet I continue to want.  I continue to need
‘Cause no weapons formed against me shall prosper

Yet I continue to love.  I continue to feel
Cause no weapons formed against me shall prosper
Still I continue to wish.  I continue to dream
‘Cause no weapons formed against me shall prosper

No weapons formed against me shall prosper
Shall prosper
None