If God's mother could speak, she'd say to David:
"Here's a rock—now aim and take it.
Any fool can grab a gun and rage,
But the real fight's won on wisdom's stage.
Strength's not loud, it's a quiet fire,
A steady climb, not a fleeting desire.
The stones to move aren't heavy and gray,
They're in your soul—so roll them away.
You do rock, so roll it away,
Shape the path, don't let it stray.
The battles you win aren't fought with hate,
But by the future you choose to create.
Yeah, you rock, now roll it away—
Build the life you want today.
David, hear me: your fight's within.
Don't fall for the lie that might equals win.
The sharpest weapon is a mind set free
From the weight of anger, from the chains of "me."
The only walls are the ones you've made,
The only battles are choices replayed.
Be the guide, the writer of your days—
Knock down the fears and roll them away.
You do rock, so roll it away,
Shape the path, don't let it stray.
The battles you win aren't fought with hate,
But by the future you choose to create.
Yeah, you rock, now roll it away—
Build the life you want today.
Life's a battlefield of mind and heart;
Every stumble gives a chance to restart.
It's not the fight, but the choice to rise—
Be the giant in your own eyes.
So hear these words, they're yours to keep:
Dreams carved from courage don't come cheap.
Roll away the doubt, step into the fray—
The future you want starts today.