Martyrs And Thieves

There's a place in the darkness I use to cling to
That presses harsh hope against time
In the absence of martyrs there's a presence of thieves
Who only want to rob you blind

They steal away any sense of peace
Though I'm a king, I'm a king on my knees
And I know they are wrong when they say I am strong
As the darkness covers me

So I turn on the light and reveal all the glory
I am not afraid to bear all my weakness
Knowing in meekness, I have a kingdom to gain
Where there is peace and love in the light

In the light, I am not afraid
To let your light shine bright in my life, in my life

There are ghosts from my past who have owned more of my soul
Than I thought I had given away
They linger in closets and under my bed
And in pictures less proudly displayed

A great fool in my life I have been
Have squandered 'til pallid and thin
Hung my head in shame and refused to take blame
From darkness I know, I've let win

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?