For those who think the troubles thin
Along the path and up that *****
He who holds the tethered rope
Is he who'll be the first to throw
Caution to the fickle wind
Heartbreak wrapped in a cloak of sin
All of it a whim on the hallowed sky
Divine oh it may be
We'll only ever know
Alone
No one to share what we ourselves are destined for

Maybe I'm too young to know
Or too young to think I know it all
Perhaps too old to give in and care
But tonight I see the fallen stir
Willing itself to curse defeat and accept a final dare
Willing itself to even out a rotten score