I met the devil on a windy night.

In the form of a bird, with wings so bright.

It spoke to me in a voice so cold,

‘”Give up” it said, “your heart is old”.

I tried to flee, but it chased me fast.

Through streets of darkness, where shadows last.

I ran until I reached the heavens gate.

Where love and light shone, and the devil’s power did wait.

I looked the devil in the eye

And said, I know your name, and I won’t deny.

The fear you bring, the doubts you sow,

But I won’t give up, for I know I’m strong.

The devil’s wings beat fierce and fast.

As it let out a cry, that shook the past,

But I stood firm, like a tree in the storm,

And watched as the devil’s power began to form.

I learned that night, that the devil’s name.

Is ”Give Up”, and it’s a choice, not a claim.

To give up is to surrender to fear,

But to stand strong, is to banish the devil’s spear.

So I’ll hold on to hope, and never give in.

For I know the devil’s name, and I won’t let it win.