I cannot speak of preseverance
when I have fallen from above
from certain undiscovored love
saved me from hate's interferance -
I fell back as the stone
rolled up against the grade
to find forever's fate
fall down the dusty cone -

I'm pushing all thats past
upon the summits peak
yet blind I do not seek
a comfort that will last -
and falling once again -
this heart cannot quite mend -
until I find within
a way to make it end -