Try

The flesh is so weak
The heart is so fragile
Time is so fleeting
on the edge we stand
looking for answers
we threaten to jump
scared of the future
tethered to the past
Leading us blindly
still holding my hand
inside we're burning
don't dare make a stand
Forgive me now Father
for I think I've sinned
don't know the reason
but I'd do it again
Still seeking knowledge
from the pages of old
no one knows the writer
yet billions are sold
So follow him blindly
and don't ask again
you're future is written
so why even try.


~Jason