What is this that I have succumb to
Nothing more than the rocks that have been thrown at me
What is this
That I find myself unable to rise
To lay in my plight
At the foot of mountains
And the feet of giants
That I cannot climb
Nor can I fight
Still I look to you
A prayer in my eyes
That I have spoken many a time with my lips
A plea
This one thing my hope shall never be wasted on
That you will come for me in my time of need