Battle Lines

There's a war going on inside I'm not safe from,
I can run and hide from these demons or I can face em.
I've been trying to use mind to provide
The weapons to stay on the front line,
but its clear that my line
is breaking.
I even considered fighting a safe battle from a distance
but I'd be faking.
The stakes are too high,
for me to provide anything less than my greatest attempt.
Occasionally I doubt that victory is possible,
and in those moments I'm forced to repent.
Forced to withdraw the offer to the enemy
that I sent suggesting that we could live peacefully.
It is him against me and soon we will see which one will survive,
supplies run low but I call on the one who promised to provide.
All that I need,
all I can see,
all that I dream,
is well within reach.
As the doors open up,
I'm pushed in the water,
and I am storming the beach.
The enemy's close and its easy to cringe,
so its on my faith that this whole thing does hinge.
In the cliffs I see my own eyes firing on me,
but the spirit in me is fortified with much stronger artillery.
I envision the day when I ascend the cliffs and plant the flag in the earth,
and on that day, while you mourn my death, I will celebrate birth.