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 compa**ion
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