When you are on top
Don't forget to respect small things
Because they are the foundation of your success

I could never find you in the ever present day
Even though your cries seemed a simple whisper away
The grey, it overcame you and the sun refused to shine
And all my efforts came back to tell me I was out of time

And I found that all I could do was get on bend'd knee and pray
With fret and woe upon my face and words that ran away
Could you hear my pleas for you and would you know they were mine
Or is this helplessness a prison to which we're both confined?