The battle is at handA war against inner manIâm a soldier without a gunIn a fight that canât be wonWithout help from the SonMy mind fumbles the decisionsMy feet stumble without precisionWhy do I run in circlesWhy do I when I know the road is straightWhy do I play these games with YouWhen narrow is the wayI walk the one-way lineWith the struggle to make Your will mineThese things that pull me downPush me further from my crownFurther from the love Iâve foundIâm coming back to You, Iâm running to the truthIâm coming back to YouItâs not what I can do, with You I canât loseI find my victory in You