Persecution

Persecution is a very dirty word these days At least for the liberal-minded, not for me My religion doesn't have to change - or so they say So why do you attack me? You come at me full steam Trying to start another intellectual war My guns are not loaded but my conscience is clean And all your venom is in vain Draw your sword and bend the bow Pull back the arrow to slay those who are pure But your sword will pierce your own heart Your bow will be broken in the end You come at me full steam Comparing your comfort to my apparent pain My bed may not be cushioned but it's on solid ground Can you say the same? Rock a bye in the treetops Your fragile comfort is making you sick Just a breeze and you'll go tumbling to the ground The bough will be broken in then end Persecution is a dirty word Why do you attack me still? You come at me full steam Trying to trip my in my hypocrisy I may not be perfect, but I'm forgiven Maybe that's the only difference between you and me Well I may stumble, but I'll never fall For I'm held up by a right-fisted Man You can try to shake my faith or shoot me down But I'll not be broken in the end No, I'll not be broken in the end