Low Man Is Due

A low man is due... My eyes seek reality, My fingers feel for faith. Touch clean with a dirty hand, I touch the clean to the waste. I fall cause I let go, The net below has rot away. And I cry to the alleyway, Confess all to the rain. But I lie straight to the mirror, The one I've broken to match my face. The fire is so warm, But nowhere safe from the storm. And I can't bear to see, What I've let me be. So wicked and worn. So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do. Maybe you'll understand, I won't cry for this man. Cause low man is due. So low the sky is all I see, All I want from you is forgive me. My eyes seek reality, And my fingers seek my veins. There's a dog at your back step, He must come in from the rain. But you bring that poor dog in from the rain, Though he just wants right back out again. So my fingers feel for faith, And my eyes seek reality. So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do. Maybe you'll understand, I won't cry for this man. Cause low man is due.