A gentle breeze coming over the hill… Softly moving a tree… There's nothing here but still… Some sense of fear comes over me. What it is I cannot tell But my heart knows it all too well. I wish I would know it too, There has to be a clue. Then my doubt starts to tease From that moment I don't have inner peace. I don't know what to believe, Reality or just me? No relief. Looking down at my world in danger I realise I'm looking through the eyes of a stranger. Danger is coming from deep within, I have to face confusion as my sin. Once I've defeated my enemy, Then there will be no danger inside of me.