I face the giant with a sling and some stones

Trembling I look at the giant pornography

My knees grow weak looking at its great size

My feet want to run but my heart says stay

Sweaty hands feel for the stones and sling

“When I defeat you your people will serve me”

The price of this battle is like a weight on me

Looking up at the giant I know I need help

My body, soul and spirit the giant weakened

I look down at my feet in my shame and fear

Will I look up and cry for heavens help

Will I die like a dog with only a yelp

What will I do will I look up for help

This battle constantly my soul tears