No ones been in my shoes,
had to pay my dues.
Neither in my boots walking,
while the devil was stalking.
My feet are sore and worn,
this heart and soul broken & torn.

But I still try to be positive,
instead of unraveling negative.
I still try to love,
no matter how hard hate shove.
I still try to smile,
as evil tries to cramp my style.

Never let the devil know,
that you want joy to show.
Instead trick him with a frown,
act like you're sad and down,
then slip somewhere hidden,
out of sight of the demons forbidden,
and have a good old joyous time,
then retreat like you feel like slime.

In other words trick the fool,
like you're apart of his evil school.
Do some good undercover,
don't let the demon discover,
that your heart & soul are good.

When he finds out,
he'll chase you all about.
Set your feet on fire,
with every evil desire.
He'll rub it in your face,
try too bring you down
in disgrace.

I know this for certain,
because he pulled my curtain.
Jesus found this out too,
this is why he resisted the devils boo.
As long as we continue to fight,
God keeps us in his sight.

G