Texty: Falling Forward. Sire.

a small man's worth is laid down by his side a small man's worth can't weigh much than pride your scales have turned and made a beggar out of me soft eyes heal all these empty hands but who'll heal you you've never been here,you've never seen this social crier who has built up more than fire to keep out this cold you'll never know free me from the lies of these lonely eyes free me for the fall of the prophets sight free me to a place I can not see, free me from my own self prophecy you've never been here,you've never seen this companion crier you've only seen a man held higher and the cross he bares is his only home free me from the false serenity free me from the one I can not be free me with the taste of this fathers thought free me with the days unlost but taught faced with his life the fire stopped burning long ago and I fear I lost his sight hand held me tight this soul has fought too many years alone and I fear I lost his sight prince child your dying and I can't stand to watch how can this penetrate you I keep denying that those gray eyes have stopped I can't believe this is you I tried I lied to forget you thoughts but I can never abandon you I lied... free me to forgive a man I loved free me to foresee the fate he sought free me from the source of all these lies free me from the course of all this time you've never been here you've never held the hand of the higher feeling all his life transpire with the one soft touch I will always know you'll pray to your prophet but let fall you'll control you're fake but just let fall,you'll lose your life just let fall,practice the promise and let it fall.