When the night falls hard on the city streets, And the cries of the broken never sleep, When the hunger burns in a child’s eyes, And the silence screams where mercy dies— I won’t stand still, I won’t back down, I’ll rise with love, I’ll wear the crown Of grace and fire, of holy light, I’ll fight the dark, I’ll fight the night.
I’ll fight—while hope is fading, I’ll fight—while hearts are breaking, I’ll fight—until the chains are torn apart. I’ll fight—with Spirit burning, I’ll fight—for souls returning, I’ll fight—with heaven roaring in my heart. To the very end—I’ll fight.
When the prison doors keep swinging wide, And the lost keep running out of time, When the bottle steals a father’s name, And the streets forget a young girl’s pain— I’ll be the voice, I’ll be the flame, I’ll speak the truth, I’ll break the shame. With Christ alive and Spirit near, I’ll fight through doubt, I’ll fight through fear.
Let the Spirit fall like thunder, Let the fire cleanse and heal, Let the church rise up in wonder, With a love the world can feel. No soul too far, no wound too deep, No promise God won’t keep— We are the light, we are the call, We’ll fight with grace for one and all.
I’ll fight—while women weep, I’ll fight—while children sleep Hungry in the shadows of despair. I’ll fight—while men are broken, I’ll fight—till truth is spoken, I’ll fight—with heaven’s glory in the air. To the very end—I’ll fight.
So let the Spirit dwell within, Let the holy war begin— Not with hate, but love that wins— I’ll fight… to the very end.
I’ll fight—while women weep, I’ll fight—while children sleep Hungry in the shadows of despair. I’ll fight—while men are broken, I’ll fight—till truth is spoken, I’ll fight—with heaven’s glory in the air. To the very end—I’ll fight. I’ll fight. I’ll fight!