[Intro: Atmospheric pads, slow rhythmic pulse, distant wind sound] [Verse 1: Calm, direct vocal] Take receipts from your enemies to build your testimony. Just simply smile and take that receipt without saying anything. Say thank you and walk away. It might sound confusing at first, because society did not teach you to be this way. You thought it would not be acceptable, didn't you? But I learned this later, through hardship. Do it from a pure heart. [Pre-Chorus: Rhythmic bass joins, growing intensity] But be careful; a misplaced thought will absolutely go against what you’re trying to protect. Protecting your peace and sanity is self-preservation, and it’s healthy. The less you say, the stronger you get. It might take a kind of supernatural power to do so. After all, even if I was shaken, I’m still human first, aren't I? [Chorus: Full arrangement, powerful and steady] I walked through that—walked in the greatest, unimaginable storm that was out of this world. I did it alone, walking with a flickering candle in the storm. I stopped counting how many times I had to relight that candle, which later became one of the greatest flames to ever exist in this very dark world. That courage and bravery, you will take and raise. [Bridge: Music drops to a heavy, driving drum beat and strings] Don’t hand your power to your enemies; they will use it against you. If you were a tree, would you offer your own wood, knowing you give power to the axe to cut your roots? Lying in the forest alone, trying to put roots back to a trunk that is no more... it’s impossible. But regrowth comes from the remaining roots deep in the soil! That trunk they took for a trophy? It will feed the soil like compost does to help your deep roots regrow! What remains will flourish as the lessons you’ve learned. [Verse 2: Soft piano, intimate and wise] Apply them every day, every night, all the time. Don’t you think you came to Earth to learn more than before? God is whispering to me: be teachable, have the willingness for humility, the willingness for learning and growth to keep that iron flame burning brighter. Sometimes, the nature of God teaches us how to live. Discipline is a gold mine; you may even find rare gems in that mine. [Outro: Music swells, then fades into a sparse, moody piano. Deep, reflective spoken word] I have to speak these words, even when they make me uneasy. But it must be done with pure intention. If you strike from a misplaced heart, you only harm yourself, and the Lord will rebuke it. Trust in the divine laws: the pendulum, the law of return, the ultimate balance. Let those laws handle the ones who deliberately caused you harm. No pride is required. [Piano slows down, growing very intimate] Forgive yourself for what happened. Guard your heart, but do not let it harden. To reach a golden heart, you must pass strict guardians at the gate. Nothing enters without permission, and no trespassing is allowed. So ask the good Lord to lift that pride and ego off your shoulders. When your heart feels clean again, speaking the truth feels like dropping a holy, weight-crushing bomb in a world at war. But holiness is good, and true goodness does no harm—it only shatters the illusion. [Final beat: Dead silence, heavy spoken word] Drop the truth. With a quiet spirit and nothing left to prove... just walk away. [End]