I lie among the the dead with my eyes wide open can you find my hand I reach for the warmth of your eyes as you come upon my hand I struggle to be free I cry out to be saved but among these corpses are the remnants of muddied life and the past I have left so why do they bring me back why can't I leave oh that is why I have become to weak shoulder the weight too frail too continue so I need the shoulders you carried me with one last time are you OK with this