I am tired The aches of my bones have exceeded my years No longer able to lift my own weight My arms stage a mutiny Against the mind that is still crying out orders In hoarse desperation I give up The tendons clinging to my tattered skeleton Are letting go And, I resolve, so should I Let go Lord this is where I am I would say this is where I stand Yet I'm sure that would be an overestimation Of my current state Yet I can't really complain can I With you laying broken on the cross For these now worn down bones Take me and use me For my own will Is what lead me here To this place of suffering Remake me For it is my only hope