Can you really blame the fire.

Can you really blame the fire, when the jump was made by you,

Can you really blame the truth you face, when it was your words that weren't true.

Have you ever picked these scraps and tried to make something better out of them?

Or have you lost your gold and silver, in your search for gems.

Can't you see that you can't fly, until you've grown your wings,

And having nothing is better than losing everything.