Counter-Balance

What is faith
A broken reflection of your face
An open cage
Of songbirds flying falling dying
The name has lost its face

No protection
Standing tall
I got a counter-balance
That makes me fall
The feeling in my heart slowly regresses
Scattered glass in a crooked hall

But when I fall
I’m goin’ down
Gonna learn to pick myself back up again

An ill direction
Wayward down
A road misleading
With darkness all around
The light of my path gets dimmer and dimmer
As dead as leaves on the crooked ground

But when I fall
I’m goin’ down
Gonna learn to pick myself back up again