this is me at my darkestlooking down from my tower to heavenmy reputation is what I am on the scalein the eyes of mankindthe more I get beneath me,the higher, and more out of reachteacher, which of us will be the greatestwe will wear compassionwe will wear it on our chestsand sing with love at our throatslike a child, it’s all I knowFather, hide our hearts in youlest we steal them backand lay them at the feet of menI know now that glory has not a placenear my hands or any man