The Weakest Are The Strongest

I've done things in the past that I'm not proud of.
But I can't say that I have regret all the things that I've done.
Cause they made me what I am today.
And I speak the truth when I say:
I'm not afraid to die,
do you know why?
I said do you know why?
Cause I know I'll be forgiven
From the past, the present and times to come.
Although where I dig my hole is where I have to lay.

In my despair in my conscience I find my salvation.
My agony is my friend, and pain is my reflection.
Words that are spoken, not spoken by me,
though it's my voice but they're not my thoughts.
Hate is the strongest feeling I have.
Not against you or others but towards myself.
What can heal my hollow chest, what can fill the void?
What is the answer? Do I wanna know?
Have I got the guts?

I see myself naked on the floor.
Cold darkness surrounding me.
The only light I see is the brightest shade of black.
"How did I get here?" I ask myself.
But I don't have the answer.
My way out of the shadow is to get myself up.
I know this, but still I'm fighting back.
I need You to lead the path to get me out of the dark!
And get myself up.
Cause the weakest are the strongest.

I've done things in the past that I'm not proud of.
But I can't say that I have regret all the things that I've done.
Cause they made who I am.
And I speak delivering truth when I say.
I'm not afraid to die,
do you know why?
I said do you know why?
Yeah, I know that I have been forgiven by Jesus Christ
From the past, the present and the times to come.
Although where I dig my hole is where I have to lay.