When I'm left standing

They say I'm afraid,

Thinking I don't realize the things being said.

They talk behind me,

Trying hard to defeat me.

Envy is a hard thing to swallow,

Leaving anyone empty and shallow.

In the end the envied is the winner,

Of the evious there is nothing left but a sinner.

I'll let them talk as long as they can,

It doesn't bother me as a man.

Time will tell who is left standing in the end,

When my hand to those who have dispised me I lend.