They told me I could be anything
And that I should believe
They told me I should follow down
The road my heart would lead.
And now that I am broken here
In the gutter dying slow
I think that perhaps my heart was off
And following it not the way to go.
There is no way that I could be
Anything that I could see
I cannot begin to fly today
And dream only to make it free.
I cannot get where I would go
And do not know the way
So come to me here down below
And sit a while to pray.