Free-falling from the garden,

And my soul begins to harden.

Guilt pulls me down like a lead balloon.

Head in the stars and eyes on the moon.

Faster… Faster… Faster…

Heading for utter disaster.

Hitting rock bottom is a deafening defeat.

Laying busted, broke and completely beat.

Crumpled in a mess, feeling undone.

That’s when I see one ray of the sun.