“I Lay My Weapons at Their Feet”

I lay my weapons at their feet, the pride I used to wield,

The walls I built for safety, and the lies I never healed.

For the heart becomes a battlefield when ego takes the lead,

But the friends become the generals who show me what I need.

I drop my sword of judgment and my shield of bitter spite,

Let the brothers see me trembling in the middle of the fight.

For a man can fool the world, but not the ones who share his pain—

They see the cracks and love him till he’s whole enough again.

I surrender every instinct that once taught me how to run,

Let the Ten reshape my footsteps till we rise as only one.

For the war inside my heartbeat finally learns to find retreat

The moment I stop fighting… and lay my weapons at their feet.

So take this broken soldier, take the fear I can’t defeat—

For the road to true repentance starts by falling at their feet.