It's the leap on your own when you didn't look down,
The grin on your face when you can only feel the frown,
The two seconds you spared when you wanted to move on,
The nights you spent well when the days were too long.

If you can hold yourself up on your own
When left in a closed dark room, all alone;
If you can jump the cliff when it's a thousand feet high
And all you have is one broken rope,
One fraying broken rope.

Then you get a kiss on the cheek when you feel the wind,
A hug from above when you were strong in face of sin,
A push and a pull to keep you straight,
A lift to the top when you worked there halfway.

If you can hold yourself up on your own
When left in a closed dark room, all alone;
If you can jump the cliff when it's a thousand feet high
And all you have is one broken rope
One fraying broken rope.

If you can bite your tongue when you just want to scream,
If you can bear the brunt when it's discouraging,
If not a soul would know and you did the right thing,
Then you can be sure of reward beyond imagining.

If you can hold yourself up on your own
When left in a closed dark room, all alone;
If you can jump the cliff when it's a thousand feet high
And all you have is one broken rope
One fraying broken rope.