THY FOOTSTEPS STRAYED FROM NARROW PATHS
WHERE ONCE THOU MARCHED SO TALL.
NOW DESPERATELY YE GROPE AND GRASP
FOR BALANCE LEST YE FALL.
THY LIMP'S NO LONGER HIDDEN,
PORTRAYING TO THE WORLD...
THOSE DOWNWARD PATHS FORBIDDEN
THOU LEDST THY BOYS AND GIRLS.
THOU ART DECKED FROM SHORE TO SHORE
WITH FORTUNE AND WITH FAME,
YET THOU ART WRETCHED, THOU ART POOR
AND NAKED IN THY SHAME.
THY MAKER LOVES THEE NONE THE LESS.
FROM HEAVEN HE WILL HEAR
AND TURN THEE BACK TO RIGHTEOUSNESS
IF THOU REPENT IN TEARS
AMERICA BEHOLD THY GOD...
AND TURN THY CHILD AROUND.
RIGHT THE WRONG THAT PATHS HE TROD
MAY LEAD TO HIGHER GROUND.