Blessed are my enemies,
the ones that push trough.
Nothing more embarrassing,
then friends that don't know
how to push trough.
Yes blessed are my enemies,
the ones that take an interest
in knowing who i truly am.
Nothing more damaging then
so called friends that never see
further then the flimsy surface.
Yes blessed are my enemies,
for not taking me for granted.
Nothing more hurtful,
then so called friends
that never get beyond
my comfort zone.
Yeah i truly bless my enemies,
for at least caring enough,
to want to know who i really am.
No use for so called friends,
that just don't bother enough,
to dig that deep.
And the many in between,
are yet to take their stand,
in this whole spectrum of life.
One day we will know,
who dug deep enough,
to reveal my true self.
But one thing is for sure:
sometimes an enemy,
is the most helpful person in my life.