While they say,

That I drip of the purest honey...

That my height will be the beyond.

But my mind has a ladder

With missing steps.

The light shines deeply in my own hole...

While I've gone mad from the shadows,

I converse with them through myself.

...

As I pull my touch from the gold,

I repent in dreams and prayers.

Because as I see sin,

I see survival.

And as I see forgiveness,

I see hope.