The enemy

Heavy hearted
Building up crap that's already started 
World war 3 inside of me
Fighting with rage 
Fighting back tears
Going through a battle of hope
Wash me clean with soap
But the enemy is not sorry
He likes to stop me from the things I need to do  (no wonder why I'm feeling blue)
Keep hitting among walls
No wonder why I trip and fall
Your door is closed
My door is open
My armor is on
God will pick me up when I fall (I know you're there, bringing me fear)
Throw it away, set a bomb up the rooftops
Look who's coming
I am running (fight the enemy, fight the enemy)
In a field of truth and proof
Follow your spirit
Wrestling with birds feathers
Mud dipped in hands
Let's rock this band!
I am a winner!