Here I Stand for You
Here I Stand For You
Down from paradise I willingly came;
Into a world blemished, broken, and maimed.
Cherished time has swiftly come to pass.
Thirty-three is a heavy season.
The call I could easily bypass.
However,
Here I stand for a flawless reason.
Mocked and brutally beaten as if I committed treason.
Disagree or agree,
Without a glance behind I trudged up the Skull.
By my will alone I climbed,
Not by the governors decree.
Upon this symbol of death I stand my last stand.
Drip,
Drip,
Drop!
At wits end my blood flogs the land.
Punch and lash my body to gore.
To endure this season I must remember what I’m standing for.
By hundreds my troops would descend to slay,
But here I stand with a mission to be hung on display.
Weak and wounded,
Thorns scraping my skull.
Here I stand for you,
In love and all!
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