In the face of flaming arrows
That fail to hit their mark
Pride begins to rise up in my heart
One arrow fell behind me
As I was looking down
It stuck the child, the one who bore my crown
So, I fell upon my sword
As my crown was snatched away
And hidden from me to this very day

I fell down. Lost my crown. Will I ever walk again?
Selfish pride, thorn in my side. Will I ever talk again?

Now questions burn like fire.
Have I been dying to desire?
Is it time I dealt with reason instead?
And all those painful memories.
Will they heal with facts and theories?
Can I ever find peace among the dead?

I fell down. Lost my crown. Will I ever walk again?
Selfish pride, thorn in my side. Will I ever talk again?
Kick me while I’m down

Now I constantly remind
That the author of this show
Will finish what he started long ago
Somehow, I’ll be delivered
Upon the mercy seat
I’ll take my crown and throw it at your feet