Although our bodies recoil
From the grip of the soil
I'm too tired to hear you
Despite being near you

Though your face I will take
To the grip of the stake
Your hands tied too tight
In the heat of my flight

Please, please stop asking me
To decide what cannot be
Your bones like soft metal
Deserve harder battle

Though I cringe at the sight
Of your trembling might
You're much too weary
To see me so clearly

And stop trying to sweep
What's already too deep
We can't dig when our hands
Are still buried in sand