Fallen, not i from God's good grace

For i was never lucky enough to hold such a place

Since birth time has grew my number of sins

Still no answer from him on why i do such things

Precious to me would be his love

But i know in death my place will not be up above

At night id weep and pray

For him to help me to stop living this evil way

But still from the path he lets me stray

With no answers to my prayers

I find myself amongst the sinners

Is this some test? I do not know

With each passing day my hope starts to go

Oh how i'd love to be in his good grace

But I am sure next to his thrown in heaven i have no place