Long is the journey
Short is my breath
Deep is my yearning
Dark is my health

Sorrow sits in my belly
Sadness is my helm  
Grief is the valley  
In which lies my realm

Am I build or demolished
Am I made strong or brittle
Am I scratched or polished
Am I made big or little

I hold on to the hope
That I will be better
Though the more I mope
My tears only make me wetter

The day of rest
The promised land  
If I only pass this test
It will all be put on my hand

But what of the loss
What of my innocence
That I leave on the cross
For this transcendence

Day by day
I feel the darkness coming
In my soul it lays
And I hear its sinister humming

I am changed
As my trials mold me
But from my emotions I feel estranged
I have lost them in agonies sea

I walk on damaged
More brittle than when I started  
It was not my will that was challenged
Not my character that was charted  
But from my humanity was I parted
And now I am worse than when I started