Though we're joyous and happy,

Though we're joyous and happy,

Basking in light.

Every dusk,

Creeps in the light.

Though angels protect us,

From yroubles and sin.

Demons seek us,

Using our whims.

They grow us tall,

The mightiest tree.

Till we fall and see,

We need to redeem.

Our sins are many,

We need to repent.

Pray to god,

For the sins we commit

We need his help,

His power, his love.

His perfect justice,

You, from above.

Just sweep on down,

As a dove.

Prove to the world.

What your made of.

But then, I guess,

We wouldn't need faith.

We'd believe what we see,

And it'd never be enough.