This is me at my darkest Looking down from my tower to heaven My reputation is what I am on the scale In the eyes of mankind The more I get beneath me The higher and more out of reach Teacher, which of us will be the greatest We will wear compa**ion We will wear it on our chests And sing with love at our throats Like a child, it's all I know Father, hide our hearts in you Lest we steal them back And lay them at the feet of men I know now that glory has not a place Near my hands or any man