Cursing every step of the Way, he bore a heavy loadTo the market ten miles away, The journey took its tollAnd every day he passed a Monastery's high cathedral WallsAnd it made his life seem Meaningless and smallAnd he wondered how it would Be to live in such a placeTo be warm, well fed and at Peace; to shut the world awaySo when he saw a priest who Walked, for once, beyond the Iron gateHe said, Tell me of your life Inside the place...And the priest replied...We fall down, we get upWe fall down, we get upWe fall down, we get upAnd the saints are just the SinnersWho fall down and get upDisappointment followed him Home; he'd hoped for so much MoreBut he saw himself in a light He had never seen beforeCause if the priest who fell Could find the Grace of God To be enoughThen there must be some hope For the rest of usThere must be some hope left For usWe fall down, we get upWe fall down, we get upWe fall down, we get upAnd the saints are just the SinnersWho fall down and get up
