In the middle of the mire of the clay, I became transfixed
And there was no one to help me, cried out, was unheard
The trap I fell in was hubris, believing that I was perfect
What I've found is that if I disappeared, I'd not be missed
Somehow this heart was broken by the wisdom it learned
My flesh will pass, like any, but my spirit will have regret
For my love was a light, becoming darkened and eclipsed
