if I can’t save me from
myself? If I haven’t the strength
to go on who will hold me up
when I’m about to fall

down? Who will grab the razor
from whence my hand it came? Who
will take the blame for all the shame of
my past? Who will cut the rope

around my neck before I strangle
myself to death? Who will take the bottle
of poison before I empty it out come
morning? Who will hold me in their

arms when I’ve shattered in pieces so
small that they fall off as flakes of dandruff
and are carried away with the wind? Who will
absolve me of all my sin?