the doubter in me

you took me out,
with out a doubt you put me down,
every time i here your name i hear doubt,
it my brain and then i want to do a knock out,
nothing took me from the man i am today,
and turned me into the man i will be tomorow,
i have grown,
i gave you the crown,
now i am the clown,
i put something in the way of my wants,
i gave too much to the beleifs i once had,
to the beleifs i should wear today,
nothing as a man could of prepared me,
for the thing you put in front of the,
king i should proudly be,
so tonight when you are nessled in your beds,
i will fight for something you might not belive in,
and i will fight a fight to win,
and tomorow the bloodshed of tonight will end,
and in the morning you shall be my queen,
so when i die,
dont cry just laugh at the jokes i told,
so that way when i get old,
in that grave of mine,
you can drink a fine wine,
to the memory of no other,
then the great josh gaither...