With What Should I Stand?
The Broken Legs Of Mine?
You Snatched All My Support.

Is It That You Want To Be My Only Pillar?

In Doing So,
You Have Broken Me,
Bruised Me,
Made Me Hopeless,
Faithless.

When You Stretch Out Your  Hand,
I Will Wonder
If That Which Once Took All From Me
Is Worthy
To Be Trusted
To Be My Support