Men like me have carried this plague,
So I know I've not stood alone.
Maybe that is my mistake,
And why I feel on my own.
Chained to this earth on a pedestal,
That makes me both weak and strong.
If I don't take a risk at all,
I'm not sure which way is wrong.
If I get on my knees and pray,
Could I really hear Your voice?
Is there anything I could do and say,
That heaven and earth should rejoice?
I'd like to keep my faith in You,
I know You do understand.
I really don't know what to do;
Please, God, hold my hand.