The Death of Me

Might just be the death of me
I've given out the best of me
But the flash photography
puts boxes to the left of me

But my tears aren't bitter
No, they're not full of shame
They're full of strength
That keeps Satan yelling out my name

His screams are so demanding
It always shook up my soul
But if I could say so myself, Sir
Its kind of getting old

I am his Child
there's no way you can defeat me
Because he's Stronger and Better
And must I add he's Chiefly

He'll never be the death of me
The best of me is plain to see
Dig a little deeper
and you'll only the see the God in me