How is it that we find ourselves so distant from the top
And find the courage to move on, yet then decide to drop
Once again upon the cold ground, no lower we can go
It seems a little easier here, yet here we cease to grow
Our friends above throw down the rope to help us in our climb
Yet we refuse, no help we need, by thinking there's still time
And if we stay in this despair our progression has found an end
Then we'll realize were all alone, this agony our only friend
We look above and see dim light and curse our current state
But we can only blame ourselves and hope it's not too late
On our knees we finally fall, for forgiveness we will plead
"I'm sorry, dear Lord, I’ve lost my way, it’s you I really need!"
