It gets harder

I know what I should do, but I do not do what I know I ought to do.

Ancient words, modern truth.
Faded text, printed sight.
Oh the irony, who wins?

Boys will be boys,
and girls will be girls.
Why is there no in between?

The heart longs for what it knows it cannot get,
for he fools those who hasn’t seen the light.

The craving from down below,
stilled by the thoughts above.

It is an ancient battle,
but He gives strength for those who endeavour.

May I prevail, so hopes my soul.
May Your kingdom come, before I fail.

So sings my soul, so sings my soul.