 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 games and the shame and the world is insane. All the pain from the flames that you walk through but no one to talk to. Ghosts that'll haunt you and thoughts that'll taunt you. Trying to heal but the battle's uphill and if God is for real you just wonder if he'll listen.