To Thy Enemy

Dear Satan, Thanks for trying to tear me down If you didn't, I wouldn't have found my voice, my shape, my sound. Notice I said trying; Come on now, it's obvious that no one person or thing could ever break me. I'm sorry that you're lost and that you chose to go the wrong way. But I don't feel sorry for your actions; you have a brain filled with knowledge that you chose to throw away You'll never see my face in person, I'm definately going to heaven. I just hope one day you'll realize: you can't control the spirits filled with grace for the lord is my savior, my life, my taste.