If you should find that you are falling,
Turn and let me see your face,
That justice may be sanctified,
When you are cast into your place,

Don't startle if I smile,
If I raise my hand to wave,
For you are not for me to mourn,
And you are not for me to save,

Bewail of how I pitched you down,
And point your finger if you must,
Resisting the inertia
Ignoring the weight of fatal thrust,

Don't play yourself the victim
Just because I helped you find your way,
And if I pushed you just a bit,
You would have gone there anyway,

So tell the world of what I am,
Confess the things that I've done wrong,
But ration each breath wisely, dear,
For you don't have very long,

Don't gasp if I'm not weeping,
If I offer no repentance,
For you were never mine to judge,
And you were never mine to sentence.