This is me at my darkest
Looking down from my tower to heaven
My reputation is what I am on the scale
In the eyes of mankind
The more I get beneath me,
The higher, and more out of reach
Teacher, which of us will be the greatest
We will wear compassion
We will wear it on our chests
And sing with love at our throats
Like a child, it's all I know
Father, hide our hearts in you
Lest we steal them back
And lay them at the feet of men
I know now that glory has not a place
Near my hands or any man
