When devils come

It's hard being strong
when devils come knockig on your door,
being stoned by words

Where will the next one hit?
Will it hurt?
Will I bleed?

Will I fall down at last?

It's hard playing righteous
when devils come whispering in your ear,
being shot by criticism

Where will the next one hit?
Will it hurt?
Will I bleed?

Will I be shot down at last?