When we feel our darkness could spread no more,
When we feel like listening no more.
When don't feel any more.
When all our doubts fill our mind.
God says, "This isn't your time."
A tear rolls down your cheek as you climb to the balcony.
Holding onto the ledge, as you hear footsteps,
Before anyone could come to save you,
Your hand let go, and you finally let go of your world.
You crashed to the concrete floor,
You could feel no more.
Your mind went blank, and very well was an empty space.
Looking down at the police cars,
God looked at you saying,
"Don't doubt."