Walking barefoot on these hot coals,
Guessing this path might reach my goals.
But I forgot life has an expiration,
And I have signed it's allegation.
I'd rather turn around and walk these coals,
Still determined to reach my goals.
But I'd suffer the pain in my legs,
The burns on my skin,
The bruises on my arms,
And the hunger of mine.
All but face death himself.