somewhere between the wealth of kings
and pious poverty
from giving all that's mine away
there is a place for me.

Somewhere between rejoicing
in the freedom that is mine
and mourning for the ones still chained
a place for me I'll find.

somewhere between the anger
toward a vile, abusive man
and the pity for his broken wife
there's room for me to stand.

somewhere between the Heaven
that I hope to see one day
and the Hell I so deserve
is just a glimmer to light my way.

somewhere less toward watching
to point out where you're wrong
and closer to my stumbling walk
is where my eyes belong.