But I was wearing military

You have to believe, said the angels. 

But I was still caught in the barbs of war

So I did not heed their pulse.

You have to believe that all things

Shall work together for the good.

But I was hunkered down 

Like a wolf of war

In the jungle and licking my wounds. 

And I did not know what the mighty ones

Had planned for me to see. 

But you know... Sometimes

You just have to believe...