I once had a dream I held close,
A dream that all things were good.
Now I realize that dream is wrong,
Now I know what I should.
All things in life are corrupt,
Nothing is truly pure.
No one is perfect, all are sinful,
Of this I'm completely sure.
I trusted in a few and was let down,
My heart has caved in and crumbled.
That once bright sparkle in my eye,
Is gone, and now I have tumbled
Down the empty black pit of despair,
Where no one can help or save me,
Except for my creator above,
Who stands by my side faithfully.