 You are in the smoke and the fire, tightrope on a wire. I see you broken and tired and all your hope has expired. You're just done with the chains and the gains and the shame. And the world is insane, all the pain from the flames. You walk through it, no one to talk to. Ghosts that'll haunt you and thoughts that'll taunt you. Try to heal, but the battles are real. And if God is for real, you just want to reveal. Listen.