falling i fell from grace
all because of pride
lost my right and my place
wanting so much to be like you
running from the only truth
you're just the same as me
blind though my eyes can see
fell from my place on high
cast down low among this race
my only truth is deep inside
lies all you told to me
about things you would not see
wishing to make all good
hatred is never misunderstood
truth is what i need
not to be found in your grace
my choice made reality
© 2002 Mark A. Napier
