"Why do you let us walk upon a cliff so steep? When deep below the sea there lies a bed of gold. And if this should be our battle place. Don't let me fall. Don't let us fall. Keep me. Won't you? Keep me.
I love to hold the hand of One who healed the blind. And saw the leper run into the arms of love. And King or cripple, they were the same to you. You take a broken man and you treat him like a King. Keep me. Won't you? Keep me."
- Martin Smith -