With Ease.

Come on in,
Pull my arms like putty
And plant the bass in my eardrum;
Give my mind heat like the sun.

I've got my armor right here,
Pain can't take me for a ride,
Or leave me alone in the dirt,
I've had plenty of time to hurt.

My pride sits right here on the bench,
Gently telling my leg to quit stomping
And my mind to stop racing,
'Let the silence beckon you to start listening'.

I have a heart of steel,
That no weapon can storm thru,
The cracks stitched and the dents blended,
It's time i start to mend.

So I stop all motion and say,
"I've got this,"
I can stomp on the crowd
And yell thru the fog,
I've "got a lot to live"
And any outsider
Can't drive me any other way.